Battle

As a survivor of abuse, it seems there is always one battle or another, the difference in my battle now is, I fight it.  Before, I used to curl up in a corner, cry or lie down and go to sleep.  No more, never again.  I put my boxing gloves on and go to war.  It is a war, but it is one that can be won. Keep fighting on, I want to be able to say, when my last day is here~, 2 Timothy 4:7  I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.

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