opening

I have crouched in the mouth of the lion

Locked eyes with the snake in the tree

My ears have caught wind of some hurtful words

But I am still here

I am still me

I have loved and secretly laid beside a soul

That I have had a glimpse of but never touched

I cried

I laughed

Now I mourn

Closing doors

Opening windows

I am so much deeper than what you see

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