Stitched Together (Remix)

Never believe I’m anything but complete, my story carries storms beneath its heartbeat. Each scar whispers how I stayed alive, each bruise a quiet truth I had to survive. I’m stitched together with shadows and grace, a constellation mapped across my skin’s embrace. What they called broken was simply reborn, a woman made of dusk, lightning, and dawn. I rise from silence where the old wounds sleep, carrying secrets that the night still keeps. Every fracture turned into a guiding light, every darkness taught me how to ignite. Never believe I’m anything but whole, I’m the quiet thunder they couldn’t control. Every scar a star that learned to burn, every bruise a lesson carved into return.