Wilted Flower

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I was not always this way. I loved without holding back, I had the most carefree laugh, and I prided myself on honesty. I was a well-liked, good girl. I do hope you believe me. Because I'm no longer that girl. I'm a broken woman. I am a wilted flower in a meadow of beautiful wildflowers. I am her. She is me.

It does not feel like that should be me, though. It feels like I should be social and free. Forgive me my whimsical denial. I just want to be the best me there can be.

B. Tallon

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