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I once called my reflection a stranger,
Unworthy of light.
With loathing, I carved my silence.
But even in darkness,
I whispered for light.
Vowing I’ll stand,
No matter the fight.
My lines remain,
But I rise.
I am not a wound.
I'm in love with the person I’ve become.
About the Creator
Emmie Falbo
Just living my life one chapter at a time! Inspired by the world with the intention to give it right back. I love creating realms from my imagination for others to interpret in their own way! When I am not here, you can find me reading♡
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