Stroke the arch of my depression
As it bends me to its will
Hear my whimpers of strife
As anger at my weakness, explodes
Watch me as I rise from the ashes
Scarred, bruised, and battered
Yet, my wings still spread
A damaged shelter
But not broken
Carrying my darkness
The shiniest of diamonds
Adorning my neck
Imperfection is my strength
and baby, I am strong
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