Our girl has been lost for way too long;
arise from your slumber, O Vagabond!
This urge that drives her to go crazy,
this unnecessary urge to belong…
Please take it away.
For it is snatching her peace from her.
Three years, three summers, and three winters,
spent in brain fog and a roller coaster of stimulation,
driven by what the circles had to offer.
In the end, the power didn’t take the beast's form
while you kept lying there, choking, O Vagabond!

She lost the life force even to want something,
let alone possess the strength to do what she wants;
the courage to walk and play in the unknown,
the thrill she got from stepping out of the zone;
the power to live without a home,
to not seek love and belonging, but,
crave and walk a path of her own.
She lost it all and still can’t face it,
will you open her eyes?
For she’s been blinded by the world…
and deceived by herself.

Take her hand and go places.
Give her strength and courage.
Defend her with your power.
If she can’t trust her, let her put all her faith in you.
When she can’t love her, love her harder.
She should never need permission or validation from… outside,
for it is only her right to grant them.
Give her the push to be free and fearless.
She should know she’s worth more than anyone can imagine.
Don’t let her lose her composure and shrivel if she's not recognized.
She must live even better, knowing all well it’s not her loss.
For not to survive but to thrive is what she deserves.

She wants to be alive, not just to exist in a facade of living.
She needs to cut out the noise and
learn how to be open without the cost of her boundaries.
And know, it’s no one but her who matters.
She has to identify and fight her own battles,
and conquer her own demons…
Which she can't show anyone.

But don’t get me wrong, she’s not alone.
She has just been looking in the wrong direction.
It’s not outward but inward that she must see
to find everything she’ll ever need.
There lies a warm family, a robust army, and a whole world;
there resides the higher spirit, the most dangerous beast,
the mastermind, and you; O vagabond.

Please take her hand and grant her peace.
For when she’ll unravel her tangled mind
and let go of the illusions shown to her;
will she finally be able to face calamities.
Then these adversaries will make her re-emerge…
the girl who enjoys defeating catastrophes.
And she’ll sail again on the turbulent seas,
with the wind in her hair and resolve in her heart.
Our girl will illuminate the whole world with her light,
As she starts thriving while restoring her spark.

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