I asked her, "if I asked you to name all the things you love, how long would it take you to name yourself?"
"My desperation for love is far too profound to be negated." She retorted.
That is solely because she knew not that she could accord all the love she desired to herself at no cost, but she reeked of so much desperation and insecurities that it would take her an entire lifetime to fall victim of belief to all the words I uttered.
Sometimes her thoughts were backed by such potent insecurities, they created lies that became truth to her.
They destroyed the very foundation of her being and whatever they dictated she became thereof.
She drowned in her insecurities.
Ripping and tearing her apart, they murdered all that was beautiful in her.
If only she saw herself the way we perceived her.
Her desperation could have been nullified.
Her love for herself would have been absolute.
Now she can only ever be the moon and shine regardless of the darkness embedding her in another lifetime.
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