It was me who was her
That girl without eyes
She who could not see
Only black dens empty in her head
It was me who was her
The girl with hands of rubber
Fingers that could not grip
Everything she tried to touch disappeared
It was me who was her
The girl with a heart of ice
The tears in her heart was frozen
Just a little impact would cause it to burst
It was me who was her
The girl who had no voice
How badly she even tried and wished, no sound came out
Only on the inside her scream was heard
It was me who was her
The Girl with the darkness in her body
The one that blackened all she was
The one that would choke her at last
It was me who was her
The girl who made up her mind
She who refused to give up
Now the fight began
It was me who was her
The girl who had to learn to see again
Who Strenghten her fingers with crowbars
Began emptying her tears on her cheeks to melt her heart
It was me who was her
The girl who had to tear off, turn and train her vocal cords
Learn to whisper, talk and scream once again
Her voice was for the first time going to be heard
It was me who was her
The Girl with the darkness in her body
Who each day emptied out a little at a time
She refused to be crushed by the heavy dark
It is I who is her
The girl who got older
The girl who survived
The girl who still struggles every day to be free
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