Heroine.

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Fought, until I was out of breath.
Lived, until all air was sucked from my lungs.
Slept, until the nightmares woke me up.
Cried, until no tears were left.
Laughed, until dark memories came back.
Flew, until my wings were slashed.
Jumped, until gravity pulled me down.

But I never gave up.

Always thought, heard, saw that the heroes always come to the rescue.

I waited,
Stared into the abyss,
Nothing.

No hero ever came for my rescue.
I had enough.

I got up on my feet,
And fought, lived, slept, cried, laughed, flew, jumped-
With nothing stopping me.

All the black shadows glaring at me,
But I never stopped.

That's when I realised why no hero ever came for me.

Because I was the Heroine.
                               ;

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