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I have opened the doors,
And undrawn the curtains.
Walked freely on the floors,
And stopped being hidden.

Now, I stand.
In front of my demons,
They wanna pick a fight.
But I'm not raising my fists.
They're punching hard,
But I'm still living.
They're beating me down,
But they're not winning.

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