Listen, little girl.
To lose yourself is easy.
To disappear is not hard.
Smile when you’re breaking and remember:
Your time is theirs for the taking.
Yes, I’ll help.
Yes, I’m free.
Yes, I’ll stay up.
Yes, lean on me.
Yes, I’ll drive.
Yes, I’ll plan.
Yes, I’ll fix it.
Yes, I can.
Yes, I’ll smile.
Yes, I’ll try.
Yes, I’m fine.
Yes, that’s a lie.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
Are you there anymore?
Is there anything left of the person you were before?
Your dreams, your fight, your fire..
Lost to demands, hidden to avoid their ire.
Sugar and spice and everything nice.
They say that’s the price.
But you’re not for sale, not anymore.
Stand up and find the voice you’ve been taught to ignore.
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