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I want to be a heroine,
not just in my dreams
but of this reality;
I wish my sword has beams,

but right there in the closet,
the one I used to lock
with all of my might,
there was no good flock
nor single bird or sheep
I dare to keep.

Do you know what's inside?
It doesn't want to hide.
It tries to knock the closet down.
It roars;
it can be heard by the whole town.

"Hush," they say.

"A chimera, a chimera," I cried,
"in the closet!
Haven't you heard it roar?
You have, I'd bet."

"No, we haven't."

Then all the roars
were gone.
All my tears
were gone.

I pulled the closet open
with the bravery of a sword.
My body started to stiffen
when I knew false is what I heard.

There was no monster
nor chimera
that would devour
me--voila!

I had been a heroine,
not just in my dreams
but of my own;
bravery, my sword had beams.

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