I don't wish to be a trophy of your home, I am a slice of this universe. With choices of my own, Don't hold me back by the stereotypes. As I don't wish to go along, the usual flows or traditional ways. Like a recurring tide that moves all along still at the shore, it stays. Let me be a young river make meanders and flow, Let me bask in the sun and glow. Don't make me fear the bruise and burns I may get, For without taking a plunge far more I will regret.
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