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I play the victim. I play the small. I build a floor so I never fall. If I am "weak," they leave me be. The cage is safe. The cage is free. I hide my fire. I dim my light. I win the war without a fight. Let them believe I’m made of glass. It’s the only way to let them pass. Behind the "helpless" look in my eyes, is a queen in waiting in a clever disguise. — Dhruvika Arora
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Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 2:07 AM UTC
The soft shield
I play the victim. I play the small. I build a floor so I never fall. If I am "weak," they leave me be. The cage is safe. The cage is free. I hide my fire. I dim my light. I win the war without a fight. Let them believe I’m made of glass. It’s the only way to let them pass. Behind the "helpless" look in my eyes, is a queen in waiting in a clever disguise. — Dhruvika Arora
They think they see me. They think I'm easy to read. But the 'weakness' is just the armor I wear to keep my fire safe. From my heart. Dhruvika"
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Jan 12, 2026 at 2:07 AM UTC
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