Tragically Beautiful

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For the first time in my life I am proud.
 
Proud of the young lady I've become.
 
My past is no lnger haunting me; owning up to everything I've done.
 
In life, I have stuggled. Gone down the wrong road.
 
But I learned how to juggle, and found the cross road.
 
I went through a tragedy, the loss of my brother.
 
That was a capacity I had to learn to deal with, no one knew how much I had suffered.
 
My brother, my best friend.
 
A bond that will never end.
 
That heart ache gave me strength that I hadnt discovered.
 
 Depression that I had to recover.
 
After he passed, a promise I made.
 
"I'll live the life you couldn't, forever make you proud."
 
 These words, til this day.. I vow.
 
Life itself I learned to appreciate.
 
My life went from suicide to beautifide.
 
I turned my fear into faith.
 
 Religion..my life that it saved.
 
What makes me flawless? The struggle, the pain. 
 
The will to get through another day.
 
The colors I see in the portrait that was painted in black and grey.
This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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