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Silent cries that need to speak
Strength emerges from the weak
Boundaries crossed, yet courage grows
Respect must bloom where safety flows
Shadows fade when voices rise
Truth confronts the hidden lies
Hands should heal, not harm or bind
Freedom lives within the mind
About the Creator
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