There is a kind of secret strength.
It loves in you and on one,
not even you, know it's there.
It lives inside of you,
waiting for the day it's needed,
waiting for hte darkest hour
of the darkest night.
And then, when you are defeated,
when your heart is so brokem
you don't know if it can ever
be put back together again, it whispers,
"Hello, You don't know me. But I am here." - Iain S. Thomas
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