The woman in my dreams

I have come to love sleep because I get to spend time with her.
She looks like me,talks like me and is usually hanging around 
the people I know.
Sometimes,I'm tempted to think she's me.
On taking a closer look,I change my mind.
I envy her courage
She forges her own paths  
She makes decisions based on her own happiness
She isn't bogged down by her obligations
I envy her freedom
She has unshackled the chains of society's expectations
She uses the box she was supposed to fit in as a waste bin
I envy her love
Her heart self heals
She proudly displays her scars on her trophy cabinet
In her eyes,everyone is innocent until proven guilty
I envy her.
The woman I dream  to be 

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