He held my hand and said I'd never have to walk alone again. 

my hair a mess, my body scarred from war, face smeared with dirt. 

I squeezed his soft hand, smiled and picked up my sword, 

No, my love, it is you who will never walk alone. 

Fighting looks good on me. It always will. 

The Warrior Woman 

The pain you've lived through doesn't make you weak. It gives you the strength to live a better tomorrow. 

He held my hand and said I'd never have to walk alone again.

I looked at him,

my hair a mess, my body scarred from war, face smeared with dirt.



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