I have walked through the burning coals of Hell.
I have been broken down and trampled on.
I have died a million deaths in a blink of an eye.
I have bled, cried, and begged.
That was then.
Now, I walk through cooled streets.
I am no longer broken or trampled on.
I live each day in every breath I take.
I only bleed by accident.
I still cry, but only when needed.
I no longer beg.
I am a survivor.
I am a rock.
I am a hero to myself.
And I am not alone.

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