In the place where we were cast aside,
Not by truth, but baseless pride,
Where voices rise just to condemn,
Not seeking justice — just a whim.
They find a fault in every breath,
Not to correct, but to suppress.
Yet if your name is torn and tried,
Let truth arise — show where they lied.
For when your self is pushed away,
Stand firm, let light expose the grey.
Not every silence is defeat —
Sometimes, stillness hides your feat.
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