Mantra

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I do not bow,
I do not break.
I will not fall,
I will not fade.
My will is stronger than most,
And my strength is immeasurable.
So why is it I feel trapped,
I feel alone?
Why do I feel so scared?
I wish to cry like the little girl I once was.
But I can no longer be that frightened child,
I have become a warrior woman.

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