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I am...


I am broken...

and yet still put together

I am forgotton...

and still have those memories

I am lost...

and some parts found

I am my own worst nightmare

and my own demon

I lost  peices of myself and making new ones

to  fit those that got lost, forgotton, and broken.

Within the darkness of my heart there are cracks,

which lets in  the light

I became her

I became me and the person who I

fought to be

I am strong and there is nothing

I can't over come

because I am me and there is no

one in this world who can

replace me

 

 

 
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