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Her untold story

She could hear them,
the daily stifles of her inner voices,
She survived, succumbed to their choices
Those numbing sensations in a myriad of noises.

She could feel them,
The dark demons of the shadow she cast behind,
tearing apart her heart and soul, her newly enlightened mind.
In them there was, a strength greater than she could ever find
A strength that nurtured every minuscule, in ways undefined.

She was a warrior, a rebel
A devious beauty concealed in a chivalrous veil.
The gleam in her eyes spoke of a latent illicit zeal.
For all she believed-
She can.
She will.


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