This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Oswego chapter and does not reflect the views of Her Campus.
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I believed I was broken
beyond repair, riddledÂ
with cracks that feltÂ
like gaping chasms
in my heart.Â
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But youÂ
were the light that cameÂ
pouring through
those same cracks,
showing me the beauty
in my imperfections,
the strength
I grew in the darkness,Â
and just how blinding
I could become.