and that was the thing about her,
she kept on surviving.
with bullet holes in her lungs,
and knife marks etched in her back.
she never let anything get in her
way,
resilient.
a fighter,
not by choice.
but a warrior at heart.
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Poetryand you sit in there, thinking of everyone's feelings but your own, you wonder if the moon comes up at night so the stars don't feel alone. #frostypoetry #AmayaFrost
