The Woman I used to Praise

I used to hide, I used to cry, oh  I was in the winter of my life. I didn't know who I was, or  where I was. There was an empty feeling in my soul that drowned me like a black hole. But one morning things changed, I felt a live, I felt an internal drive and I knew it was time. I craved a new start, I wanted to make my life a work of art. With a smile on my face I took on the days and to my amaze I am now the woman I used to praise. 

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