She wants to get rid of everything she owns. She wants to be that girl in the pictures, framed by starlight, hands to the sky, laughing. The freedom that comes in the arms of a moment and the beautiful release as that moment passes by. She wants to dance through copper sunshine fields with flowers at her feet and a smile on her face, the girl who everyone knows but only knows by name, golden skin, gold in her eyes. Never knowing what it means to be afraid, only brave, hands pressed close to the air and wind. Maybe then she will find herself, a sigh of relief to be known and unknown and for it not to matter at all, for people to think she’s beautiful but not know why. 

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