mirrors surround her. taunting. laughing.
the love in her heart withers away.
like a flower wilting on a red summer day.
another day goes by. she is not home anymore.
a name lost to the winds. amnesia.
the pain she felt since she was young takes ahold.
a new day. she breaks the walls of atrophy.
no longer a slave to herself. a name swirling through the winds.
waiting. she remembers.
the mirrors crack.
a heartbeat. a sign. authentic smiles. she feels alive.
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Asiah Gibson
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