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Stigma-
Falling down,
Engulfed with pain,
Wash away my one last stain.
Envisioning freedom,
Take away the fear.
The rain washes away,
My dried out tears.
Feeling deprived,
Not like myself,
Hiding myself,
From the world itself.
Letting stigma define,
Which causes my fear,
This is who I am,
Year after year.
Afraid of opinions,
Of who I should be.
This is who I am,
My choice is to be,
FREE!
Stigma-

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