She felt another pang in her heart
For a moment she let her shield down
It was getting worn and too heavy
She was tired of holding it up
Her body was aching
The pain coming from her heart was spreading
Like a virus
She wanted to fight, to scream, to hurt back
What good would it bring?
It just makes things harder
And she felt very weak, helpless
There were other things to fight for
It’s easier said than done
There are other things to fight for
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