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i know
that when you look at her,
you think she's small,
weak,
broken.
that's because her strength,
is the invisible kind.
she's still fighting
the memories
of his hands
on her skin.
the bruises he left on her body,
they're battle scars.
she's powerful
her tears burn holes in the flashbacks
every stuttering pulse
of her heavy heart
pushes down
the shattered image
he made of her.
she's desperately crawling above
his false love.
and every morning
she looks in the mirror
and reminds herself
that her happiness
is not determined
by anyone
but herself.
i know
you think she's broken
but you don't understand.
she's still breathing
and therefore,
her battle is already won
and she's stronger
than you could ever imagine.
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Song I'm listening to currently:
Play With Fire by The Rolling Stones
