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she rages against reality. she screams until her voice goes hoarse, until the breath can't leave her. i am. i exist. i am loved. i am happy. i am the maker, the creator, the architect. i mold myself into something beautiful. i am not defined by you. i am the-bird-who-drinks-clouds, she-who-whispers-stories, light-at-the-break-of-dawn. and i remember what we fight for.