To Believe
He stripped away
my self-worth, layer by layer
until there was nothing left
of my personality.
Yet i never forgot
about the girl
who i use to be.
She lived inside,
my caged soul,
waiting for the day
i would set her free.
Casting her light
into my dark mind,
hoping that I would see,
flashes of a better life,
glimpses of possibility.
I was never alone
because she believed in me.
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