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The Girl Who Survived
The small girl who waited
by doors, by windows, by absent calls,
is alive inside me still.
She is not broken.
She is fierce,
she is tender,
she is learning that love
does not have to be given by him
to be real.
She whispers:
You survived. You will survive again.
And I listen.



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