11d • ✍️ Write Anyway
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She smiled,
for the
First time
in many
years.
As She
sits and
writes about
about
the beautiful
Days, that
she's always
feared.
She faces
them on
mended
wings
and angels,
guiding her.
She fears
no more.
She is
comforted
by those
that soar.
She finds
herself
at the
Crossroads
from before
the storm.
and who
she is becoming.
She lets the
music,
speak to her
soul
Every
beat never
skipping.
Just flowing,
fluid.
Never did
she know,
know.
That this
Was her happy.
Lxx
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