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Of stones they throw, will hit themselves,
Through storms they rage, I find my path.
In white pages, truths will be sealed,
Standing tall above their wrath.
In written lines, my spirit free,
No pain anymore, healed by ink.
Against their envy, I stand proud,
With quill in hand, no fear to think.
About the Creator
Yasemin Yiğit Kuru
an engineer who loves reading and writing
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