sometimes you have to wrestle with authority
Build your fort and be its watchman Wound me with silence or cut me with words Humiliate me, remove happiness Put me in lonely company Make me autarkic I will battle with whispers I will hide in plain sight I will sulk in the now I will kill with looks I can cry in secret
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