You broke me,only because you were broken.
You tore me apart,just because you already were fragments of life floating away.
Brought me down,because you struggled with your place at the bottom of the pit.
And now I’m healing,not because these open wounds hurt
I’m gathering strength,not to escape your toxic grasp
But because I need to
As my journey of reconstruction begins
I worry,
I worry that you’ll never realise that you need healing
And you won’t know that you’re the only relief you needed
That you’ll always be in debt to yourself.
Only You

Love,vickie
Beautifully written.
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Thank you
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Wooww⦠This is such a masterpiece, BRAVO!
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Thanks love π
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Sweet
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Deeply amazing
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Thanks honey π€
I’m waiting for your piece also π
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Done!
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