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Daughter of the Rising Star Raise your voice Do not remain silenced You are the child of the Sun She will guide you
What makes my quaking voice different, I can’t speak in front of people; Rather, I choose to draw and paint and write, Exactly how I feel.  
How many people have tried to
  Today a boy will fall down unconscious his trembling form on the bathroom floor one hand clutching tight a bottle filled with little white exit signs
Scared out of my mind, I'm about to shout
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