Still me
I am broken, scarred and deflowered.
I still wear your burning handprints in areas I never wanted touched.
I am merely a shadow...a withered, empty shell of the young lady you had.
The young woman you took.
Is that what you wanted to hear? Well I got news for you,
I am NOBODY'S victim!
I am still living and breathing!
I refuse to be broken!
I wake every morning thinking of what you did and it motivates me even more not to let you win.
I am worth so much more than what you stole!
And I will continue to thrive and succeed!
What happened doesn't matter, because I am
Still me.
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