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Hidden.

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Hidden.


Wide open and ready to be torn apart.

The hardest part is getting it out in the open.

Admitting that we have a problem.

Claiming ownership and freedom in the truth that I was held captive.

For a long time, the captivity was forced but then... after toiling, training, and building, I simply chose to step into the cell, put on the shackles, and wallow in the dirt.

It isn't something I am proud of.


But, it is something that I know wasn't wasted. Nothing ever is.

I lie bare and afraid.

Knowing that this is a process.


A journey.

A step I need to take. In boldness and with accountability.

December 2nd, 2024.

Signed, Sealed, Delivered.


Held by the dwindling moonlight and the morning sun.

Claiming and standing firm on my decision.

To stay captive no longer...

And add another accolade to my cabinet.

To step out in faith and keep fighting.


Till death do me part.


Yours faithfully,

Qavah.


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