Time etched itself into her skin -
giving away her age.
And she smiled at herself -
Remembering joyful laughter and
unimaginable pain.
She was strong,
She survived,
And life's joys had been worth
All the pain.
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Poetry(COMPLETED) This is filled with bits of poems or descriptive writing from my soul put into words that can't reach pages all the time. These poems are not just written in my point of few but other people's view too, so this has something for everyone...
