Illusions of her dreams.

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Once her dreams danced like fireflies in the night, Now buried deep beneath the weight of womanhood. As children bloom, she fades from her own sight, A voice unheard, she wanders in despair. Years now gone, her spirit wears so thin, Each plea a whisper swallowed by the air, The chaos' grip, she fights to find who once was her. Yet finds herself alone, a kindred stranger in darkened memories. Still, she stands, courageous defender at her heart. For though the world may turn a deafened ear. And still she stands. Clinging to the last spark of hope, she keeps hidden. A woman’s heart, though bruised, will persevere