Looking back on the things that found me
Places I would never choose
The same things that both haunt and heal
My demons and my muse
And there are times that I've underestimated
Both the grief and goodness found in something new
Where one thing dies, something else can be created
And though it's truth you find, it's innocence you lose
I'm not the "me" that I started with
My friends say my eyes are brighter
I'm not the "me" that I started with
I'm freer, and I'm wiser, and I'm stronger…
We are crushed and created
Melted and made
Broken and built up in the very same way
What I thought I could handle
What I thought I could take
What I thought would destroy me
Leaves me stronger in its wake...
It leaves me stronger!!!
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