When she tries to convince herself that she's worth it
Life comes along and whispers in her ear:
"Darling can't you see, you're a broken girl with no direction."
"Look at my other beings thrive in luxury and beauty, while you seep deeper into a puddle filled by your own despair."
Every time she feels the frustration and disappointment that come to her at night, she remembers how "not special" she is and seeps deeper into her insecurities.
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T­hen, she remembers all the things she has in her life and all the meaning she has given them.
She's still a "work in progress".
    
Life will never grant you your wishes if you keep sitting around thinking about all the things you aren't instead of all the things you are.

Life will never be "fair" or "great" to you since all you do is sit around in your own despair and wish for a better life instead of working for one.

I have a clear view of my mess.
Wow, what a mess!
Things are linked, unless they are broken or in my head.
The half of this world is normal and well organised.
I live in the middle of the other half.

In his  fight-night presence
and
In his affectionless absence.

There are times
When I feel like crying
So I stand in the rain
And pour

The waves fall over the rocks
The same way you stumble for her
Quickly and all at once  
Crashing and hitting at big impact
Slowly eroding your soul

When you remember a past event
The actual event you do not recall
Your brain is remembering the last time you remembered it
So perhaps it never happened at all

Meet me where
The moonbeams grow
And the sun likes to stop and chat.

Meet me where
The smiles prance
Through lush fields of poppies and grass.

If you never come to see me
If you never come to see,
I’ll meet you wherever you are
Wherever, whenever, you are.