I am locked in a prison of someone else’s lies.
My tongue was always truthful,
painfully faithful to the bitter betrayal of reality,
always willing to do the hard work of being “hateful”.
They want to tear her out,
tarnish her and her wishes,
take her for their own,
make a toy of her,
but I will not allow her to be lost.

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