You put me through the ringer.
When I was small
But now I'm strong, brave, and tall.
I haven't forgotten
What you said
What you did
I remember.
Its engraved in my head.
I don't have etch a sketch memories.
I can't shake it away.
Even If I could.
I wouldn't.
Your abuse, your misuse, your short fuse
Remodeled me
I'm made of bricks, concrete, and steel now.
I'm strong, I'm brave.
I'm Not afraid.
xo
Indy
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