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Storm

Raging through her veins Hungry for life, childhood disguise She didn't even get to explore Barely straying away from her home.

Holding onto the remains of her dignity Grabbing her last bits of femininity, The fire that would roar within her Won't live on The sparkle in her eyes is far too gone.

Somehow

She managed to grow, she grew Screams tears blood, day blue Blades drugs meds, glass half full Blood bold drunk, whiskey brewed Gasping breaking aching, forever bruised.