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The aftermath
The kind of girl who stares at a screen
Singing under her breath
Waiting for the page to change
Because she knows it never ends
Once upon a time
In a world of too many colors
With taint in each one
The girl was swallowed whole
The belly was grey
And slowly turned black
Alone in the darkness
Hiding in the cracks
Of society
That gave her anxiety
Too much variety
Always too short to stand almighty
She knew she was loved
In this world that had beat her up
But here in the beast
She felt as if she had, had enough
Until a sword struck it
Right in the heart
And she climbed out
To see her heroes
The trip home seemed effortless
As if he had done it before
And he smiled as she saw her parents
And was gone after they closed the door
From that day on she learned
We are all strong in our own way
Sometimes we need our heroes
To help dig our path
And light the way
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