shatter

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I used to look back
to when I felt so alone
it hurt so much
and it didn't feel fair
I used to let those memories
boil in my blood
but now I look into them
as shards of broken glass;
painful,
but part of a larger piece
that comes together
to reflect my resiliency
and while I may still tremble I do not shatter
because the actions of others
can no longer break me

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