No knife, no axe
Not even a dagger nor a broken glass
Just words and deeds
Breaks the heart and tears the soul
Promises and expectations
Not fulfilled nor met
Throbs like a thorn from within
O poor soul! I am proud of thee
You have been played, bullied,
Tormented, plagued, and burnt
Yet, you kept binding yourself
In the darkness and shadows
You outlived all you have been put through
I admire the way you bound
All the broken pieces together
And mend yourself from the ashes
To rebuild the life
That you have dreamt of
I promise thee to stay strong
Not to break you for
Those who don't deserve you..
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