finding self

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It was sad but beautiful, the ways she learned to cry. How she learned not to use tears  to express how she truly felt. How she picked up a pen and rewrote her prayers and redrew her dreams.
I'd do anything you'd ask me to, because I love you... Although, I asked for nothing in return; But, for your love too...   Who is she! Why is she texting you?! What does she want! Give me all your passcodes.
Where do I go anymore? I’m lost and unfound My feet don’t touch the ground   I’m running sprints the track disappears I’m flying through air
She woke up every day with colors in her head. Visions of blue and green, pink and purple, and pounding blood red. The girl tried to capture the fleeting moment, to pin it down in her mind, 
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