Hold her… 

She is strong.
Yes.
Her circumstances have demanded nothing less.
She will rise.
Yes.
Her life has left her crawling from ashes more seasons than she cares to count.
She hopes.
Yes.
Her heart craves the one brave enough to risk the flames.
She waits.
Yes.
For the arms meant to hold her.
cswhitlow

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