I am a survivor, but there are no
bullet holes in my chest,
in silence, I reflect,
through shards of pain, I find strength,
I am not broken, I am trying to mend.
Shall I send for a priest to exorcise the
memories I wish to forget?
You may see me as weak.
You may cast me aside for having
tears in my eyes.
What other way can I release what
does not belong to me?
Healing takes time, within me, peace I shall find.
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