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And so, I started living I don’t need a fancy title or a crown,
A life as boring in a confined room. For I need not be a princess or some heroic belle.

I’m not living, just surviving, In front of prejudice, I will not back down,
While falling into the gloom. For their harmful speeches, my heart will repel.

I left my imagination behind You are not in the shoes of mine,
And the community began to accept me. So how are you to know, whether I’m happy or sad?
My ideas and mind were confined, Can you define my journeys of grime,
While my soul was lost in the waves of a plain sea. The battles I once had?

I asked, is this a world of truth, You are not the true me,
A world without blood and scars? Neither am I the true you.

Are only those with might and worth, I am the author of my own story,
Able to survive in this world caged in bars? Creating a narrative that rings true.

As the answer to the question was a lie, As I say goodbye to this world of lies,
I began to ponder which was fake and real. I entered my realm of myths.
I realised this world is monotone-dyed, Where legends come alive and truths arise,
To have our brains and hearts sealed. Where dreams are not dismissed as mere gifts.

As I knew more, my hands were gradually bound, This is me, without a mask,

By chains filled with venomous poison. And I’ll venture forth without a doubt.
They tangled me with silence, without sound, The whispers of judgement I’ll blast,
And filled my hands with liquid crimson. And let my inner self speak out.

They filled my hands with scars, So I’ll be positive and move forward,
But I’ll break free from these binds. In both mundane and imaginary lands.
I will borrow the power of the stars, I’ll continue carrying my sword,
Make a rainbow and leave the world behind. While continuing my journey, grand.

I will continue to dream about unicorns,
Write poetry and prose without worldly care.

I will dance in the milky way with the fawns,
Compose and write symphonies that flare.

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