Handholding

I may be strong,

I may be independent,

I may be proud, wise,

and often come off as a bitch, rebel.

Yet like Princess Leia Organa,

every now and then,

I too need a person

(tbh, I have a soft spot for

heroes, idiots, and scoundrels),

to hold onto my hand

to let me know that

everything will be all right.

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