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If a flower bloomed in a dark room...would you trust it?
it eats away at her soul belittles her to a pebble, the self worth is dead in the woman who appears to have it together, plastered smiles and imagined lies of how she really yarns for her life to be, But once she retreats then it haunts her with her failures of life and her upmost inner flaws exhibited for the world to see.... she is taunted by this being of destruction, that she can not let go of for her fate depends on it and by the word of God she doesn't want to derail. But her soul is eating away bit by bit with no love left inside. The structure changed the foundation broke with thin linings of hate, the head of the home is in despair, the care giver portrays the image of a villain, so how does one expect her to produce love with such a dark soul of pure shattered mess. The key has become temporary survival till her strength is restored and her faith is flourished, and when the reflection dictates nothing but utter radiant beauty, till then the key is survival!
