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The Breaking Soul
The Breaking Soul
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Her tears sparkled like a glitter of peace,
On her soul full of violence,
As she admired the beauty
Created by the stone-cold silence.
With cold breeze brushing through her skin,
On the broken glass, she saw glimpses of light,
And remembered from all these tribulations;
She had learnt to win.
Every challenge she faced swiftly she would overcome,
Because she had a strength which was conquered by some.
She was one of those very few,
Because every morning her confidence was as good as new.
