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The weight of a million unspoken words on her young, delicate shoulders,
I wish I could hold her, Show her what it ment to have a voice, To be able to scream, Yell and declare she was more,
As she thought before, Before they tore her down, but made her the villain in their story.
She forgave without an explanation or sorry.
It Felt as if her words had formed into a figure, scratching at her throat hoping to break free, Make them see the damage they inflicted,
Hold out her heart for them to see what the things they called simple banter really meant to me.
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