To the girl who lost her name,
her past, her voiceβ
but never her fire.
You were broken, rewritten, betrayed.
And still, you rose.
This is for every quiet rebellion that began in the dark.
To the girl who lost her name,
her past, her voiceβ
but never her fire.
You were broken, rewritten, betrayed.
And still, you rose.
This is for every quiet rebellion that began in the dark.
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