Dear Ex, you shaped my core anew,
through storms of pain, I somehow grew.
The mirror shows the scars I bear,
yet strength now blossoms from despair.
I rise, I dance, I claim my place,
no bitterness shall stain my face.
For every tear, a spark took flight,
transforming shadows into light.
So here's my shout, a bold decree,
you lost, but I've discovered me.
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