Magic Spell Comments

Put a magic spell on me, turn me into what I see. Maybe then I will truely be the person I am in my dreams. A goddess with long blonde hair in a long silk dress, a tourquise stone tied around my neck. A beauty like no one has ever seen, eyes stare in but do not see this person inside of me. Wanting to be heard, longing to be free; screaming out never hearing me.

Afraid of the thoughts others may speak, only a part of me escapes. Why do we so carefully protect our inner selves covering our every being as our souls long to escape, yet they lay hidden all our lives waiting to awake.
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