prophecies of a borderline i
She stopped cutting herself to feel love.
She stopped abandoning the little girl crying behind her smile.
She stopped hating who she was.
She stopped living for her dead mother.
Finally, she learned to see the diamonds glistening behind her eyes.
She was what the stars are made of.
Resilience.
They generate their own warmth.
Their own light.
Even in a sea of darkness, they shine through.
She became a constellation.
Guiding the monsters home.
Finally, the curse is broken.
Her soul’s light is drenched in divinity.
The past is behind her.
The darkness couldn’t get her anymore.
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