My girl was one who never quit
She fought and fought to the end
Long brown hair and a sharp wit
With a gentle heart fresh on the mend
She fought the storm, hard as she might
But the wind blew steady still
Arms held high against the snow
She wondered if she'd make it home that night
They pushed her out told her not to come home
Her bronze eyes filled with tears
She realised then that it was not her parents who had raised her all these years
Steady on with a new found courage
So young and filled with rage
She carried on through the neck deep snow
And under this she quietly flourished
She learned to forget how she felt that night
When she learned to live on her own
She then forgot how to feel at all
And although it wasn't right
She replaced them with other things
To keep the pain at bay
It went against everything mommy and daddy stood for,
And damn, she liked it that way.
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When we were wintergirls
DiversosIf you have heard of the story wintergirls by Laurie Halse Anderson then you will understand. That book really hit me hard. It made me realise how unhealthy I was. How unhealthy our relationship was. I loved her. But it was killing me. She just kept...
