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Liberation. Confederation. My anger with my love. 

My Ruthless with my Kind. Acceptance. Repentance. 

My willingness to let go of resentment.

I call the goddess inside of me to come forth and bestow her 

Consecration. Sanction my sanity and sense of well being. 

Make me a creature worth more than mettle;

Not a diminutive celebrity. I want to be better than myself. 

I try to be. But my empathy is hard to reach. 

O, all ye butchers of me, behold:

I still am willing to pardon thee. I used to be a water nymph.

But now I am a resilient paladin. Ye turned me so. 

Do you doubt me? Narissa was my name.

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