She was a lost soul, broken and weak
with no resistance,
then came a light through the crack
to awaken the rebel in her.
She was different with scars all over,
daring unlike others
sometimes silent and distant,
in her own world.
A rebelling solitary soul,
with a tower of strength,
She flaunted her scars defying all the rules,
knowing pain was a challenge through everyday,
A born fighter,
she knew she would win the war,
but a little sore...
fighting pain day in and day out.
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Nice article
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