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Living The Dream


There she was with her long red hair

She is pictured either underwater or land

Ariel is her name

Her voice got taken when she was on land

Some may see that as losing an imortant part of her happiness for a new type of happiness

But to me

The water was blood and thats why her hair was red

Blood from her aching soul that needed help

Aching soul that needed a way out

Ursula was the one who set her free 

The one many was afraid of

Recognition of your problems

On land she had no voice but she gained legs

The voice she no longer had was her demons

The legs she had gained was hope

The man she was chasing after was life

She gave up what she had known

Sadness, Solitary, And being unable to breathe.

For what she had dreamed of

Happiness, Support, And self-acceptance

The voice she gained at the end wasn't her demons

It was her new voice

Voice of Peace

 

 

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sugar sweet
<p>It was like reliving my childhood again.Wonderful! Loved It.</p>

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