The Beauty in the Beast

Sadness, fear, she knows
She is used to them
Everywhere she goes,
They seem to follow her.

A voice, the voice of a friend
A friend telling her to stop
To stop running from them,
To turn and face them.

Then there She goes,
She turns and faces them.
Sadness and fear warmly greet her
She greets them back,
At that moment her friend realized
She had become one with them,

And she had found happiness in her own dilemma.

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