She came to them solid, and strong and they broke her into pieces, breaking her till she was left in fragments, in portions. So she went through a few years lost and miserable, depressed and angry. Now she is her own universe, finding light from her dark years, creating galaxies in herself, being whole. She's born again, creating herself everyday. She's fixing the cracks in her soul, the dents left in her heart.
-Romana Rubyy
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