it's one passed twenty-five;
for a long long time,
she's been afraid
stranded nowhere,
in the sea of uncertainty
—her long lost enemy
inside her head,
the voices kept on haunting
the nights were getting younger
she's been anywhere,
but never rested in someone's arms
tried to be the one
standing tall—unbothered
but when the dark comes,
clouding her days
it's vague—
blurred line between the real,
or fantasies she made inside
wishing someday,
the knight in shining armor
saving her from herself
never had she thought
the savior is not always
a man with red roses,
maybe it's her-wiser-self
realized that it's time
you forgive yourself
and that's okay
you'll have forever to figure out
the life you've ever wanted
// being older, wishing i'll be a lil bit wiser
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