You thought I would fall apart. That I would be lost without you. That I couldn’t survive. You never knew the amount of times I walked through actual hell, preparing me to rise up each time, picking up pieces of myself alone on the path I carved for me. The demons in you thought they had the upper hand. Darling, I learned to be friends with mine, embracing them along with my angels, forging an alliance within myself that no man can extinguish. A beautiful mixture of darkness and light that the devil himself finds to be a masterpiece. You thought you could set me on fire and destroy me. All I did was show you how I rise, always the elegance of a Phoenix dancing in flames. The eldest daughter forged in fire.
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