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Power is a fickle thing
One moment you have it by the neck
Guiding it on a path of your choosing
The next it’s slipped through your fingers
My shoulders distract you or so they powers that be exclaim
What you really should be doing is teaching the boys how to tame
Their horomones, but lets be real it is not really them that is bothered
It’s your fault,
So why am I ashamed in myself?
It’s because I became a person
I never wanted to be:
An avid sports spectator,
A slut,
I was the protector.
The one who guarded my family
From the monsters outside.
I’d take up my shield and hide them Away from the world outside
To think I sit here before youand believe that I am not healingis foolish.To think of where I was at this timethree years agohurts,but not like it did.People change as time,who tries to heal all.The girl who wept every night,wondering how,why it h