I wonder what it's like for others.
I wonder what is norm.
I try to picture who I was,
Before battered by the storm.
Do I give it too much credit?
Did I always stand apart?
Was it just easier to cover,
Before they broke my heart.
Will the metal inside me harden,
Remodelled, perhaps stronger?
Today tells me that whilst possible,
It's going to take a little longer.
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