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He told her not to cry...
But her tears,
tell their own story...


She wished it wasn't so hard to face every day.
Being afraid of whether —
whether everyone would eventually give up on her?
Whether this sheer bit of kindness would last?


Walking down these empty hallways...
Sometimes she wished she had a mask —
Shielding her from the wounds,
Her scars,
her haunting past.


He told her she was beautiful,
even when she felt ugly.


He sat there listening to a girl...
As she poured​ out her heart...
Sharing her shattered past...


But it's the tough times in life —
that shape you into who you are.

All the wounds,
and scars.
Not mere moments —
where you can just simply say au revoir.


For years all she knew was pain,
Neglect.
For years she was completely wrecked...


But that's the thing,
Nobody is perfect.
But she didn't realize it yet.


He couldn't tell her everything he wanted to say,
Nor that life was going to be okay.


But together he promised...
Grabbing her hand tightly —
He would help her face it day by day.


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a/n:

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