Nominal
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They never asked her name.
She was given to the lion,
to protect the sheep with prestige.
This is the story of a girl -
the one who walked with her head down,
who ran but was always the bait.
A poetic journey through trauma, silence, obedience, and the untold battles fought behind polite smiles.
For the ones who weren't chosen - but still endured.
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