Triumph
I won't use you as a crutch
I'm not weak
Just in need of a release
I'm not defeated
I will prevail
I haven't let my white flag sail
I felt pieces of me scattered on the floor
As your presence came back more
Even when I was at my darkest
I would not submit to your existence
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