Once I was a glass figurine,
perfect to the eye,
fragile underneath.
Since you used
your words as weaponsI am ground to the finest
of dust - still glass,
yet vulnerable to any gust.
I still feel pain,
so much raw pain,but I can't be
broken anymore.
You did your worst,
but I am still here,
sparkling in the midwinter light.
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