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They called you kind, a gentle soul,

Soft as petals, sweet and whole.

You bore the weight of every storm,

A refuge where the ruthless swarm.

You folded yourself in careful lines,

Shrank to fit their grand designs.

Smiled through wounds they couldn't see,

Convinced that love meant loyalty.

But kindness should not taste like chains,

Nor drown beneath another's pains.

To give is grace, but not to lose,

The voice, the light, the right to choose.

Why must your comfort come last in line?

Why must you dim so they may shine?

A heart so vast, yet bound so tight,

A sky eclipsed to spare the night.

No more. No more the whispered "yes,"

That bends your spine in self-duress.

No more apologies for thin air,

For taking space, for standing there.

To choose yourself is not unkind,

Not cruel, not selfish, just aligned.

Boundaries drawn with steady hands,

Are sacred vows, not harsh demands.

And those who love you, who truly see,

Will bless your rise, will set you free.

The rest will fall, like autumn leaves,

Carried off on silent eves.

So stand, unshaken, bold and true,

Unbowed by guilt they place on you.

For peace is not in being small,

It's daring, fully, to be your all.