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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