When dawn's first light caresses your face,
And dreams linger, refusing to erase.
The world stirs softly, a whispered song,
And you, young woman, find where you belong.
In the mirror’s gaze, a future unfolds,
A tapestry of tales yet to be told.
Each breath you take is a promise kept,
In the silent hours where secrets are slept.
Hope is the thread...
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