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I used to be that woman who begged for love, who waited for a man to tell her she wasn’t broken….but I wasn’t broken. I became one of those women who had no room for a man because her car was full of flowers and pastries. I became one of those women that men don’t know how to love because they just weren’t quite sure where to put their hands, where to kiss. I became one of those women that men tried to capture and hold close…one of those women that slip through their fingers. You see, I fell in love with life
and the wind whispered,
 ‘Why didn’t you stay? 
Why didn’t you fight?’
I did fight. I just didn’t fight for him anymore. I fought for me.
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Whispering Bones, by Drew Hairgrove