Escape
She was a girl scared of her own shadow
To scare to even speak
To small to fight
To weak to think
She found her voice with in her silence
Her light with in her darkness
She learned to dance in the rain
And read in the dark
She could paint her world on a canvas
And every pain she ever felt became her motivation
It became her creation
Her escape in every way
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