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Aug 21
whispers,
Unending thoughts,
Painful imaginations,
Was I at fault?

Silent cries at midnight,
In the depths of darkness, my heart shattered,
A symphony of pain, only I can hear,
But amidst the anguish, I claim hope.

For brokenness doesn't define me,
It's just a page, and I'm ready to flip it,
Secure myself a new chapter,
With each tear shed, strength grows.

I may be broken but not truly lost.
Mary Huxley
Written by
Mary Huxley  21/F/Kenya
(21/F/Kenya)   
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