Shadow Girl
I am a shadow
of what coulda been
a fragmented shell
somewhere in-between
Then n' now
tragically consumed
swallowed by life
survival assumed
Yet here I am
treading in quicksand
my arms outstretched
seeking your hand
Asking for help
navigational tools
a personal compass
the book of rules
Knowing full well
here's where it's at
owning my value
I'm way more than that
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