Me Before You.

A paper bridge under attack by razor winds, 
I was as fragile as a baseball bat made out of glass. 
Naive as a child sheltered from the outside world, 
I fell for your sparkling words. 
Left in a mess, 
a heap of soiled linens on the floor, 
I drowned repeatedly in my tear-filled bath 
until I returned to stone. 
I will go back to the warrior that I was before.

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