She blooms in the dark,
In the silence of the night,
With her pain,
She bleeds hard,
Cause she's broken.
She grew roots and blooms in the rain,
Even when she's drained.
Her scars are healing,
She cries in vain,
Sometimes loosing control,
She spins,
Like a wind,
She gets wild,
And stops only when she's dreaming.
Then she sleeps,
To find her peace,
To gain some of her strength
Back all over again.
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