those things
Our perceived frailty
What make us delicate
The flaws
The deficiency
Our foibles to our friends
Those that reckon us as outcasts
Our limitations that make us frivolous
We have clasp them
Hold onto them
we have to embrace them
Put them on like a custom-made cloth
Make them our armor
Till no one can use them against us
At that point we shall stand the greatest of odds
And no warrior will match our endeavors

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