empowerment
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I ironed my trauma ’til it looked good on film.Hid all the fractures right under the gilt.I was the trophy you posed on the shelf,A masterclass lesson in hating myself.I played the victim for so long,’Til I realized the villain gets the better song. I was good on paper – now I’m hell in heels.You
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You took my spark, called it divine.You forged the stars to spell my name.But your hands were smoke, your smile a show. you wore my warmth like stolen glow. I thought love could patch the breaks,but you just twisted till I ached. Mirror of lies, mirror of blame,I see your face, but it’s not the
I Wrote This Instead of Screaming 