She used to believe the sky was sad when it rained.
She used to believe she would have always drowned herself in the shadows of her mother’s ghost.
She used to believe, in order to be loved, she must water herself down.
She was always too much while never being enough at all.
She learned to walk on the water, stare into its folds, and manifest her future.
She used to believe everyone else deserved to heal except her.
How wrong she was.
How thankful she is now that she feels how warm her love is.
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