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It's not yours to take. The essence of me is not up for debate. Leave it alone, accept its true. It's not about me, the problem is you! It's in my fibres, my threads, my flesh. Stealing my voice, will not make me less. A war has begun, make no mistake. Your problem is, I will not forsake, the Years of struggle of pain and hurt. The history of me is not yours to revert. To change the core of a being so old, Will not be simply be changed and retold. The narrative is mine. The power I hold, it's not that easy to Unfold. The blood, the sweat, the tears were real. You have no hold on what I feel. Layers over layers over silence over still Is just my way of preparing for the kill. A war has begun make no mistake, The essence of me is not yours to take.