She had been hurt many times -
too many to count.
She had been broken
into a million pieces
and left with
a shattered heart.
She had been burned,
and bruised,
and wrecked.
But that's the thing about damages,
they always mend.
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Thoughts Left Unsaid
Poetry. ✈ • un·said (ˌənˈsed/) - тнoυgнт вυт noт мenтιoned oυт loυd or dιѕcυѕѕed - noт eхpreѕѕe...
