Under the burden of society, her growth retarded.
A fragile soul molded into a statuette of despair.
Unable to express, paralyzed by fear.
Blown by pain, stabbed by terror.
The rush of adrenaline, little frightened, it appeared.
But the eyes still reflecting hope,
justifying her strength.
After all the torment and the agony, still holding the capacity to revive.
She's the mark of respect, praise and pride.
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