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May 2020
Alone she stood, tall and strong
Nothing could bend her; nothing could break her.
How could you bend or break the broken?
She stood there holding the pieces of her life.
Every day she wanted to throw these to the wind and start over
But nothing could bend, nothing could break
This is her life.
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dreamsanddepth  29/F
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