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I don't understand what I did wrong

So I can be treated like this.

I am not a piece of paper that you can just scribble on.

I am not just a simple CD you forgot about.

I am not just a book that stays unread on the highest shelf.

I am a burning flame that needs to be seen.

I am that light of hope that flickers in the dark.

I am me and I'm not ashamed.

So as long as I live, I will not be afraid of you.

Not ever again.

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