For those who told me
For those who told me I was weak,
I'm afraid to say, you're wrong.
My mind,
my body,
my voice,
they are not weak because you don't understand them.
They are like a delicate ghost,
untouchable, yet delicate.
They are not yours to take or abuse,
and most importantly,
they're none of your business.
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