It was called doubt

It was called fear.

It was her label,

Her libel,

Her insignificant life

That let her to cry like this.

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Her it

Wasn’t as simple as

Being pretty,

Being loved,

Being adored.

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Her it

Was much more complicated.

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It was—

Romance.

She wanted someone

to think she was better than anyone.

She wanted someone

who put her above anything else.

She wanted someone

Who treated her as a person,

Not a woman,

Not a one night stand.

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It was—

Knowing she was doing the right things.

Knowing what she did meant a something.

Knowing she wasn’t wasting her life…

She wanted to know

She was okay.

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It was—

Being happy with herself.

Being beautiful.

Being the perfect little clone she’d dreamt

Ever since she was a little girl.

Being what a woman was supposed to be.

Being a mother.

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Her it

Was out there.

But she knew she’d probably never find out where it hid.