These scars are what remain. What remains of pain and a battle that was fought and won.
A battle that made her stronger.
A battle that made her realize her worth.
A battle that she almost lost and sometimes still fights.
But this battle makes her question her worth.
Makes her wonder who to trust.
Wonder what to believe.
Makes her question what to believe.
It makes her question if people ever will stay.
If people actually care.
But she doesn't really know.
She just questions her life.
As she continues to win against the battle she fights and hopefully continues to survive.
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My Life, My Thoughts
PoesiaJust a bunch of songs and poems I've written. Do not steal them. They were all written by me.
