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It's like drinking a tall glass of ice water after walking through the Sahara
It's a long hot shower after working all day
It's facing your fears and coming up victorious
It's being broken but still refusing to give up
My genuine identity remains obscured
From an intrusive tainted society
That constantly urges to be assured
Of its own perfection and propriety
Though it is blind to the many inured
No words escape from her lips
For the howling wind speaks on her behalf
No movement radiates from her hips
For the world around her would just laugh.
He stares at her with eyes full of love,
Like angels watching from above,
She stares right back with eyes full of joy,
Thinking of their baby boy,
16 years old is all they are,
Not yet old enough for a bar,
