The patter of a heart beating.
At first, tears dripping down a cheek,
tousled hair,
sleepless nights.
A slow smile curling the lips,
washing off all the loneliness,
filling in the cracks.
Fixed hair,
mascara lit eyes,
softened skin,
a new do, a new look,
a new you.
Slipping into the stilettos,
teaching the world who you are,
striding to success,
power. beauty.
you.
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