Sometimes.

“I am confident, and then I am not.
I am brave, and then I am not.
I am kind, but am I always?”

I feel my passion pulsating through my veins, it yearns to be fulfilled.
But how am I to do so, if I am not always who I want myself to be?
Always dreaming never living.
Only sometimes does the girl walk on the pathway.
The meadows seemed to call out to her, there she is safe, she is confident, she is brave, and always kind.

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