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Thoughts and pain in my wrist

by LittleBirdWitch

You are warmth You are light You are strong You are brave, But you don't have to be. You don't have to be, Not with me. And i am fearful, And i am shaking and shaky. And i hate saying it, But i am fragile and scared, But not in the way you see me as. I can be stronger I can stand taller I can be brave. If only for you. You called me a thief, but i'm just a survivor, I'm a fighter. I've spent my years Fighting for my life Or fighting for nothing, And they ended up being The same. Because i came out Swinging, And though i was A little less Than the best, I came out with a black eye And a split lip. You, being the light that drives me Should be aware That though I love you so, I'm stronger than you know.
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Jan 25, 2017
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