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Broken open,
exposed to the elements.
A shell I became.
Day after day, waves of pain came.
On the shore, I lay, washed up,
hoping the tide would carry me out.
Too weak to scream.
Too afraid to shout.
Until years later, I reclaimed myself
from the silt.
A castle I have built, not from sand,
but one with solid foundations.
No storm shall prevail over me.
I am the queen of my kingdom.
To rule over none, only to preserve
my freedom.
I may still bleed, but never again will I
be broken.
Pieces of me will not wash out to sea.
I am no longer an artefact in need of restoration.
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