She was afraid as she grew.
Afraid of what she knew.
Afraid
She was afraid of the things she saw.
Not being able to explain to the law.
Afraid
No words could describe what was going on,
She kept quiet not wanting to lose her loved ones.
Afraid
Now down to three.due to separation.
Afraid
She was afraid to be down to one,
She kept quiet so as not to be alone.
Afraid
With age her fear turned into stubbornness,
Reuniting with her loved ones brought happiness.

Now she has no more fear, just strength to not be

AFRAID

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