She lives for that feeling
Step back. Watch her soar.
Watch her live the life she was always destined for.
This. That moment.
The one where everything starts falling into place.
It’s like each thought has been predetermined
Chewed up and spit out.
Yet here she is. Rearranging the thoughts that everyone else had
Making it perfect. Perfect
She’s meant to do this.
It’s her passion. It’s her trust
That this world, this belief
And this moment is worth more
Than anything else.
And that if she could pour her feelings
Onto this paper. Into these thoughts
That maybe, maybe
She could find one person her words could affect
Someone’s life that she could touch.
Just like hers has been touched.
Everyone deserves to feel whole.
And she’s willing to write the other half.
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