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When She Cried
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I've known her as strong and fearless.
Someone who never lets the world push her ashore.
She knew herself, no less.
She knew what she stood for.
So what I've seen was disheartening:
that very same girl sitting at the corner of the room,
her lips trembling and her eyes glistening,
slowly succumbing to the gloom.
This isn't supposed to be happening.
How could someone so strong be so broken?
No, I knew it from the beginning.
It has always been a given.
Cruel, selfish, unfair.
I have always known it like the back of my hand.
This world has more than you can bear,
slowly breaking you until you can't stand.
Yet she took the world head on,
fighting for what she believed in.
And ended up playing along
a dangerous game where most had lost in.
Her expression had then changed:
A defeated look on her face.
In that insane gamble, she was ravaged
and was played by fate.
Maybe I was right.
The world was bound to break everyone's spirit.
Could even one's light
stay unscathed with its radiance so vivid?
But she, then, lifted her chin.
Her eyes glinting against the darkness.
She wiped her cheek clean,
with a small smile even in this mess.
And that's when I realized
those hardships didn't matter.
Because when she cried,
she became stronger.
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Date written:
November 02, 2018 - October 26, 2019
Revised on: 10/28/19, 02/23/20, 06/23/20
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Yours Truly
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