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I.  

She was a hostage to her own skin—

diseased and dissociated with reality,

held prisoner by her progressively

corroding and corrupted mind,

restrained to an enclosure where

malevolent and malignant thoughts breed.



She was detained by her own will—

volition as volatile as her worst enemy,

bound by her uncontainable penchant

for voluntary, solitary confinement,

enslaved by the shackles of a well-known

comfortable, yet desolate existence.



Until he discovered her in the shadows,

enshrouded her with his armor of empathy

and like a proficient negotiator,

he coaxed her out of her hiding place

with his soothing and reassuring voice.

He was her very own redeemer.



II.

She was drowning in a self-created puddle

that felt as if it was a million miles deep,

submerged under overpowering currents

Threatening to thrust her deeper,

flooded by squalls of antagonistic thoughts

striving to strangle her dreams.



She was engulfed by beliefs of inadequacy

that overflowed into every ounce of her being,

suffocating on her own breath as hopes

were stifled before they were stirred,

gasping for release from the waves

of her affinity for self-induced affliction.



Until he pulled her out from the depths,

enwrapped her with his life-preserver of love,

and with the aid of his powerful lungs,

breathed new air into her as she became

consumed by his unwavering compassion.

He was her very own lifesaver.

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I.

She was a hostage to her own skin—
diseased and dissociated from reality,
held prisoner by her progressively
corroding and corrupted mind,
restrained to an enclosure where
malevolent and malignant thoughts breed.

She was detained by her own will—
volition as volatile as her worst enemy,
bound by her uncontainable penchant
for voluntary, solitary confinement,
enslaved by the shackles of a well-known
comfortable, yet desolate existence.

Until he discovered her in the shadows,
enshrouded her with his armor of empathy
and like a proficient negotiator,
he coaxed her out of her hiding place
with his soothing and reassuring voice.
He was her very own redeemer.

II.

She was drowning in a self-created puddle
that felt as if it was a million miles deep,
submerged under overpowering currents
threatening to thrust her deeper,
flooded by storms of antagonistic thoughts
striving to strangle her dreams.

She was engulfed by beliefs of inadequacy
that overflowed into every ounce of her being,
suffocating on her own breath as hopes
were stifled before they were stirred,
gasping for release from the waves
of her affinity for self-induced affliction.

Until he pulled her out from the depths,
enwrapped her with his life-preserver of love,
and with the aid of his powerful lungs,
breathed new air into her as she became
consumed by his constant compassion.
He was her very own lifesaver.