Thinker

I used to think I was drowning in an abyss of my own loneliness. That darkness used to consume my heart and soul. My eyes would continue to close as my head dosed off in an eternal slumber. I used to think that abuse was the way to live a happy life. I used to be her. I used to be the girl who shut myself out. Now I am a girl who could hug the world with both hands if I could. Now I am the girl who stands on both hands looking at the world at a new view. Now I am a happy girl with a happy life all it took was the right kind of love.

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