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She's surrounded by millions,

Heard by none.

She's seen by everyone,

Yet no one.

She sits in her room,

With her head bowed down,

Millions of thoughts running around,

Immobilizing to her core.

She smiles;

She jokes;

Yet, no one sees the pain running behind those.

She speaks,

But never heard.

She exists,

But never lives.

She's fighting,

But she never wins.

What is this tyranny?

Will this agony be her forever?

Or, will there be anything more?

Will the shadows of her past,

Let her move forward?

Or, will she perish away?

Slowly wishing, someone would be by her side.

This feeling,

Alone, even while being surrounded,

Unheard, even while screaming,

Unloved, even when people claimed they do,

And Lonely,

Even when people claimed,

She is not. 

~ N

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