22. Hero

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My hero never came for me.

Never untied me.

Never told me it would be alright.

They never found me.

They never saved me.

So I had to untie myself.

I had to reassure myself that I would get through it all.

I saved myself.

Or at least, I will.

Once I grow strong enough.

Not yet.

I'm not saved yet.

Not yet.

But I'll get through it all.

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