There are stories behind
The trail of ashes and broken
Hearts on her living room floor,
She poured her emotions out
Through the pores of her souls core,
She ceased to feel whole,
She ceased to fill holes in her life
That left her heart sore,
If she could, she would rip her
Heart out of her own chest
And let it soar,
Her knightin shining armor no longer
Shined when the nights got colder,
But as she grewolder,
She became stronger because she knew
Her path was not over,
There weren't anymore chips
On her shoulders,
Instead she kept the world on
Her shoulders,
She is a self healing soldier
That evolved from a rock
To a boulder
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