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When you let yourself,
Genuinely grow and learn,
To reach that place,
Where you need no one but yourself.
When you let your disappointments,
Be the anchor that helps your roots become so much stronger.
When you let your past wrongdoings,
Torment you no more. Recognizing them,
As yet another piece that make you whole.
Getting to know yourself,
What you want and what you deserve,
Carries with it such overpowering joy,
That your priority becomes loving you.
Suddenly, no one’s company is needed
You get inside your mind,
And begin to figure things out,
You no longer care about anything at all,
But decorating your soul.
You become whole being on your own,
Its then when you have the power, the absolute control.
You become the free woman you have always desired to become.


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