There She Was
There she was
Laying on her bed
Hair messed up
Makeup smeared
Beaten
No will to live
No strength to go on
No recognition of what self love was
There she was
A ghost of the past
Lesson learned
Hope restored
So here I am
I won the battle of self
I am beautiful
I am independent
I love myself
I am flawless
I am love
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