My writing is my sanctuary, a safe haven, where my thoughts and words are heard.
It is where my soul can be free, where my true self can be proclaimed, my watchword.
In this moment of clarity, in my watchword, I am reminded of my worth,
of the beauty that lies within me, of the power of my voice on this earth.
Though the world may be blind to my cries, and my words may fall on deaf ears,
I hold onto the declaration of each word, and the hope that it brings and endears.
For in these words, I am heard, and my words are given wings to fly.
And even though they are just words, it still makes my heart soar high.
So I will continue to dream and to hope, to hold onto these words so dear.
My watchword reminds me that my voice matters, words help make things clear.
And maybe one day, those around me, will truly listen and hear what I say.
Until then, I will hold onto my watchword, and let it guide me through each new day.

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