A poem I dedicated to my cousin for her birthday.
"𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞"
To be, in these parts, is legendary
Tales of many like you — spoken in all tongues
For merely being, comes the searing whip
But on you'll go — you must go
As the stories say, and yours will too,
nothing is lost if you never look back.
— vividdreamer (tumblr)
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