Pitiful glances thrown my way, screaming at me to run away.

Weakness, frailty, and an empty heart has me stopping my feet, tearing me apart.

Scars and burns scorching my skin, making me feel like a hollow tin.

Days went by ever so slow, pain and grief side by side, piercing my heart like a crossbow.

Then he came along ever so strong, and wrote me a story with a new song.

No longer a pitied maiden, with a rusty heart, for he came along like a new work of art.

No longer abused and scared, and done for he placed his beating heart in my empty one.

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