Standing Short "Standing short she fell. Beat up and broken by one, Lifted up and glued by many. She became to write, She began to finally see. Her heart beat, Her words bleed. Yet not free, Pushing against the walls, She reached to me. Those eyes so vibrant I couldn't see. She trusted me, Than she forgave me. Unfree she wrote, Her words spoke, Yet she set back in silence. Each word typed, Was more heard than each one she spoke. She was broken by one, Fixed by many. Each story she told, Each #poem she wrote. The great fall grew small. She finally was free, She finally stood tall. -c.h (not quite like you but for you cause I admire you)
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