</>Discarded,
like an ugly
piece if furniture
collecting cobwebs
in an attic room
Do anyone's
wishes echo
my desires?
The right to
use my voice,
to speak my
heart, my mind
Or to simply
collect dust, as
should also
be my right
Draw energy
to myself
find my voice,
and the courage
to speak my heart
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