She fought the devil his own game.
Laughing at his harmonious shame.
Her scars were their to remind her that in the end, she had won.
She is not a quitter especially where the fears had begun.
Frightful as it may seem, luck was on her team.
As battered as she may look, the scars has lost its gleam.
Worn out and fragmented, she appeared.
undestructible she did not fear.
Against all odds, she would not give up.
Against all odds, she has had enough.
Running on her last breathe, she faintly saw the end.
When she would think about what is ahead of her in life, her morals she would defend.
With the last sturdy grip she broke the chains.
Running on her last breathe, she made it through her doom, limping in a gruesome pain.
Running in the rain.
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