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Its startling realisation
That when we are wronged,
We choose the one who wronged
Us;

There is no victimized ounce,
In my sacred and scarred body,
I can love freely,
I can speak openly,
And I can keep myself from being pulled under if I decide to

My mouth does not need to be filled with
The salty water of loneliness,
Drifting too distant
To be heard!

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