Her lips sang a lullaby of sorrow,
A melody that spoke of pain and tomorrow.
Her features held a calming tone,
But the battles she fought were hers alone.
She wore a smile and makeup as her shield,
Hiding the scars that refused to heal.
In the darkness, she faced her fears,
Crying tears that no one else could hear.
But her spirit refused to break,
A warrior who refused to forsake.
She fought her battles with grace and might,
Braving the storms with all her might.
Her words were more than just a song,
A lullaby that helped her to be strong.
And though the battles she fought were hard,
She knew that she was never truly scarred.
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The Sound of Silence
Щоденники та біографіїHave you ever dared to listen to the whispers of silence? It may seem like a deafening void, but if you open your ears and heart, you will uncover a tale that is yet to be told. It could be the story of a universe unfolding, the murmur of your own...
