Saved
Always wanting to be
saved. Waiting for the
right kind of love
to pull her away.
Looking in the mirror
at her own reflection
her blue eyes staring
back at her.
Mona Lisa smile.
Happy?
Miserable?
Who really knows.
Realizing the kind of
love she was waiting
for was her own love.
The love that saved her
was her own love for herself.
She saved herself by loving herself.
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