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May 2017
I am the personification of power
my voice callous and cold
with a burst of aggression can tear
through an insecure mold

You are but a delicate child
-weak willed and short miled.
There is nothing vulnerable in me
-strength of a thousand women, you see.

I was raised in the care of addiction
my life is fact and yours is fiction.
teaching myself to be invincible, part one.
Sydney Bittner
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Sydney Bittner  21/F
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