Heartless Things

Like a cat
A silent stalker
Weaving through the trees
Dodging blows
And heavy stones
That could bring her to her knees
But truth be told
This person's me
And these are words I'm fighting
I've given up
Run out of spots
I've ways relied on hiding
I've stood up
I've voiced myself
I've showed them who I am
They can whisper heartless things
But I'm done giving a damn

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