I see you, Wild Woman.

I see you pacing in your cage; the cage that you helped build because of the societal norms you grew up with. The iron appears thick and you feel as though you will never be able to break free. I see you, woman with passion in her veins. I see that your passion, your light, has been dimmed down, shoved into a corner in the dark abyss of your creative mind.

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