She stepped cautiously along her path, the slippery slope of her worth
The summer sun melting remnant childlike curiosity, evaporating her last droplets of glimmer and shine
A balance of steps between logic and hope
A wish for belonging, self-preservation, quenching love and solace
She reminded herself that her thirst will be her assured slip, the last bump to a bottom she already knows
In her caution she stopped and questioned
Why is she entertaining less than love, when worth is her only home
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