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In the whispers of the evening breeze,

A woman dances, with hidden unease.

Beneath her grace, a tempest stirs,

Unseen battles, her spirit incurs.

Her wings may seem clipped, yet they rise,

Defying odds beneath the skies.

Her eyes tell tales of silent fights,

Invisible struggles, day and night.

Let empathy guide our steps anew,

To understand what she goes through.

In her quiet strength, we find a spark,

A testament to resilience, in the dark.

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