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A lost soul on a crowded road, wanting to take five paths at once.
They say, "I know her," but do they know?
Do they know the voices that argue round inside?
Do they know the music that pounds to be let out?
How can they know the stories and the emotional tug-of-war?
The good girl or the bad girl, the goddess or the rat?
Natural and moveable, a strong living tool,
A genuine source of life.
Something that cannot stay the same,
A fish trapped in a tank.
She stands alone yet not quite visible,
Within the crowd on the road,
And yet she knows she is herself, confident and strong,
Naturally unique like all, important to the end.
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