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Jul 2013
Bent, not broken.
More aware.
Awoken

With each tweak
there is a hardening
Solidifying the foundation.
Finding strength.

It beats, it cries.
Tears engulfing,
it never lies.

Moving, wavering
always pushing through
the time.
Trying not to look back.

Bent it it, not broken.
Finally aware.
Awoken
Hailey
Written by
Hailey
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