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Emily Jul 2018
As I lay
My eyes weigh themselves shut,
heart is racing
My pulse not pacing
My blood oozing on the ground
The whispers in the dark
Weak, scared, pittifull,
I slowly stand
My eyes slowly open
My heart beats like a lion
My pulse strengthens
My blood grows from its wounds of freedom
Unwanted, ugly, unlovable
The fire breaks my eyes
A once dying fire
Consumes my soul
The lion inside of me shows
I don't care what they say anymore

I'll show them,
I'll show them all who I am
They can't touch me anymore
My eyes are open
Wounds are healing
My sword is sharpened

It's times they see,
WHO I AM.

— The End —