Freedom
With words as soft as cotton
You can be forgotten
But with words of steel
You take a step to steal
The world
The place where, curled,
You hid and never open yourself
While keeping a locked shelf
Of all you wouldn't dare show
For the fear of being called low
But now is the time to release
Because you are the final piece
Of all that dares to exist
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