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In shadows deep, where the light won't tread,
A girl resides with a heart of lead.
Beneath her smile, a stormy sea,
Where waves of doubt crash endlessly.

With every step, a heavyweight,
Anxiety whispers, sealing her fate.
In crowded rooms, she feels alone,
A soul adrift, far from home.

The world, to her, is painted gray,
Each passing moment fades away.
Her laughter quieted, tears unshed,
A silent scream inside her head.

Yet in the darkness, she still dreams,
Of golden skies and sunlit streams.
Through tear-stained eyes, she sees the light
A beacon in the endless night.

For though she battles demons deep,
Her spirit is strong, and her resolve to keep
With every sunrise, hope is found,
In whispered prayers, on sacred ground.

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