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A captive is what I think I shall be, for Halloween this year—in 2023. Burdened by the weight of other’s fear. Trapped. Sitting silenced in a cage full of expectations. And rage. Confined, bound. No one around. Who if not I, can release this relentless pressure? Hopelessly, I await for the right partner— To take my hand, help me stand. And get my **** together. To walk with me, out of captivity. The place that haunts me. How long must my sentence be? Oh, how I yearn to be set free. Take this wretched costume off. Just. Be. Me. Underneath it all, I am a strong and capable woman. I can walk out of this on my own! Saunter about, like royalty Onward to the throne. Amen, I am captive no more. For I chose the latter path, After all, it suits me most admirably. It is at my core, a crown can be found. Seek and you shall see, an exquisite Queen, standing her ground. Not just on Halloween, but in actual reality.
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Dec 31, 2024
Dec 31, 2024 at 1:10 PM UTC
Captive to Queen
A captive is what I think I shall be, for Halloween this year—in 2023. Burdened by the weight of other’s fear. Trapped. Sitting silenced in a cage full of expectations. And rage. Confined, bound. No one around. Who if not I, can release this relentless pressure? Hopelessly, I await for the right partner— To take my hand, help me stand. And get my **** together. To walk with me, out of captivity. The place that haunts me. How long must my sentence be? Oh, how I yearn to be set free. Take this wretched costume off. Just. Be. Me. Underneath it all, I am a strong and capable woman. I can walk out of this on my own! Saunter about, like royalty Onward to the throne. Amen, I am captive no more. For I chose the latter path, After all, it suits me most admirably. It is at my core, a crown can be found. Seek and you shall see, an exquisite Queen, standing her ground. Not just on Halloween, but in actual reality.
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Dec 31, 2024
Dec 31, 2024 at 1:10 PM UTC
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