I'm a survivor.
I noticed something. It is now the 22nd of January.
The 17th was the anniversary of my pain.
And I'm happy,
happy that I survived it.
It was weird, I'd normally cry my eyes out, but this time, no.
I didn't cry for him.
The only thing that has to leave now, is the fact that it still hurts.
My heart is scarred.
His touch, his words, his doing.
Memories rush through my thoughts,
I close my eyes and shake my head,
to make 'em disappear.
But everytime I think of something else,
You always pop up in my head, like a virus.
But it's not because I'm still thinking of you that I'm weak.
No, I know very well that I'm strong and besides,
I'm stil a survivor,
who doesn't cry anymore for the things you did to me.
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