Unstoppable they called her, but I saw her stop, I saw her
stop many times. Sometimes I thought she
had stopped for good, but no, she always found a way to resurrect.
Rise again. Not the same, never the same. Each time a little more determined and a little less vulnerable.
Unstoppable they said, but I think, it was the in the stopping, that she found her power.
You are not alone
Concrete Angel
Tuesday D'Eon
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