She invited me Inside her head
To a world she had created
To a world Where she was in control
To a world Where she was not a lost soul
To a world Where she was not an outcast
To a world Where she was not unloved
She gave me permission to explore
To touch, to feel, to smell
She protected herself Against rejection Against crushing disappointment
She stepped into her fear
She stepped into her discomfort
She painted it with colours of her choice
She brightened up her dull world.
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