She was never a fighter
Neither a warrior nor so mightier
However her hope was immortal
She became a brimming star
Learning lessons from her scars
Every melancholia made her stronger
Like sharpening the coulter
Cynosure was her courage
Of fiasco and world she was never afraid
From the labyrinth she made her way
Never caring what world would say
Her strength and soul that mesmerized
Were so divine and perfectly entwined
She was a rebel with spirit remarkable
Like a diamond she shined undoubtable
She fought and moved on with ecstasy
Through the journey of her own reality
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