Poems that butter your toast

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She holds power in her eyes
She has this so called warrior glance
You don't defy her
Don't even try to fight her
She was been wounded before
Broken
Betrayed
She doesn't even let anyone get to close
Can you blame her?
The broken become strong
So strong it's to much to hold
Yes one can heal but it's never the same
The clock doesn't go back
But once she reaches peace
She will realize why her destruction was so necessary
The cracks that she felt in her heart will shatter and light will come through
She's still a warrior
Just that know she knows what she's protecting
-strangers