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Her firm feet on the ground, 

a stern face,

she uses the strength, 
that they once shoved down her throat -
ensuring no one could hear her

She stands risen and tall,
like sacr
ed walls - unwavering
too often mocked


When it's over,
she laughs i
t away
convincingly // 
Like always

I wish that love were enough to heal
The cruelty that lives within - unafraid to take up space, 
while you hold it shrinking

You are a vessel that can hold too much
You are not a box
So let the fury grow 
And yourself be free

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