Darkend Days

For a little bit I felt pretty,
for a little bit I felt I wasn't
me. For a little bit, I felt free.
From the face in the mirror I see.
From times when I feel that frozen,
child inside of me. From those who
haunted and intimidated me, with an
impact they did leave. With a heart
full of, life...I breath..

by Rebecca Navarre

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