DeepThoughtsWithAri

Storm

I was once broken.
Apart of me was stolen.
Fragile like glass ashamed of my past.
You were a storm shattering me into a thousand pieces;
leaving me speachless.
But not anymore you have been warned
I am not broken.
I cannot be stolen .
No longer ashamed of my past.
We only get one life I need to make it last.
A new me has formed
and this time I am the storm. 

- Arianna Kaveney 



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