Mar 30 • General discussion
The Warrior You Made
Spiritually left for dead,
my heart an echo chamber of loss.
Kindness drained from trembling hands,
warmth scattered to a cold, unfeeling sky.
You walked through the ruins of my trust,
fed on the softness I once called love,
leaving me hollow —
a ghost of what I was.
But from your ruin, I rose.
Fire found me in the ashes.
I am the warrior you never meant to forge,
the survivor you could not destroy.
My soul burns brighter for the breaking —
and I will never fade again.
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The Warrior You Made
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