Annie Leonhardt
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i.
she has a passion for fury
for the scraping and bleeding of her knuckles
she churns out bruises
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ii.
she has a loneliness bleeding in her somewhere
[sadness, fear, shyness]
she was prepared,
but she wasn't
she was a warrior,
but she wasn't
and she can feel her muscles grinding
shifting
she wants to be human
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iii.
and then she's falling with the sky in her eyes
she crystallizes herself
a small fossil
of wasted youth
wasted ambition
a modern-day icarus
she reached too high