"Sit down and give up," they said;
she closed her eyes and listened.
And the dark crept in.
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"You'll always be broken," they said;
she gave in and let herself sleep.
And the doubt crept in.
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"Nobody will protect you," they said;
she froze in helpless terror.
And the fear crept in.
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"You'll never be good enough," they said;
she lost hope she'd ever smile again.
And the guilt crept in.
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"You'll always be alone," they said;
her tears rained like blood.
And the grief crept in.
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"No one could ever love you," they said;
a scream tore itself from her throat.
And the pain crept in.
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....
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"You're not perfect, you're loved," he said;
she hesitantly opened her eyes.
And the hope crept in.
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"Broken can be beautiful," he said;
she started fighting the lies.
And the peace crept in.
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"Don't doubt yourself," he said;
she thought she could smile again.
And the trust crept in.
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"I'm still here for you," he said;
she decided to feel once more.
And the love crept in.
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"I love you," she said;
his smile dried her tears.
And the faith crept in.
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"I love you, too," he said;
she smiled back at him.
And the light crept in.
Why do I feel as though you wrote this about me????
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