My sweet little angel, you've fought hard and long for the things and people you love. You've been mistreated and underestimated, but my darling, you are strong, you are brave, you are free and you are loved. Bring down your protective walls, for the threat is long gone, allow people to reach out to you, to offer their hand in help. Let them wash away all of the insecurities that whisper inside your head. My little warrior, you needn't be so cautious, for people mean well. These aren't the ravenous beats you've fought before, they are your allies, your teammates and so much more. Don't be afraid to lay your trust in their hands, for I promise you, they will treat it with great care and respect. My lovely girl, you stand so small, do not cower away from something that could hurt you, for it won't and never will, you've grown into a fine woman, and your strength is double of what it used to be. Stand tall and proud, for you my dear, have fought long, bloody battles, and remember... you survived.
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Broken Poetry
PoetryJust a bunch of my writings, usually dark but there are a few bright ones hidden in there somewhere... I hope you enjoy!
