Oblivion
Oblivious to losing myself
wanting for that one person to just save me ... Hear my plea for help
looking for that one person when I was born and raised to stand on my own
I was stuck in my own oblivion
obluvious to how as I got older the more I thought I needed someone to love and do for me
As a young woman on this green earth I am built to fight my own battles
stand on my own two feet be my own savior ..
But I was in complete oblivion
Only I will make my future bright and be strong as the woman in generations before me
no longer in oblivion I put my head up high and realize no one can stop me ,only I can be my own defeat
But No longer In oblivion I won't let myself be my own defeat
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