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Broken beauty

She doesn’t remember the last time she went out with the girls for drink. She doesn’t remember the last time she had sleep for more than four hours. She can barely recall the last proper meal. But she does remember the first time she heard her baby cry, the first time she held him in her hands and sung him to sleep. Above all she remembers the day the father her of her son left .

Yet through it all, the ups and downs, she’s able to put on a jolly big o’smile. No one can deny that she has been broken but when she smiles she heals the pain in the air.

She is no angel in disguise, it’s clear to see. When she smiles she takes away all the emptiness and replaces it with wholeness. She is a beauty that glows through the broken glass.

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A lover of art πŸ’œπŸ’œ

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