All she sought was control,
The sweet feeling of having a choice.
Of being who she, in her heart, believed herself to be.
Who she wished she one day could be.
She sought the control that had been snatched away from her at such a young age.
The control she needed to live.
To survive.
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Poems From A Mindful Girl
PuisiFeel free to message me at any time 💟 I know I'm not a good poet, but I enjoy expressing myself through poetry and hope to improve. I write poems and stuff to deal with my mental health so like... yea aha. >I'll put trigger warning if one is needed<
