Whispers of Dawn

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Whispers of Dawn.
In the shadowed streets where twilight fades,
She walks with heels that echo shame,
A life of dreams sold by the hour,
A soul entangled in a fragile game.
Beneath the makeup, tears unshed,
Her heart a prisoner to the night,
She wears her sorrow like a veil,
A nameless face in neon light.
But in the quiet moments still,
Before the dawn reclaims the sky,
She feels a stirring deep within,
A voice that softly asks, "But why?"
Awakening comes not with fanfare,
But in the gentle, piercing truth,
That life is more than just survival,
And hope can blossom in the ruins of youth.
She sees her reflection, tired yet strong,
In the mirror of a broken past,
And knows that chains are made to shatter,
That no cage of fear can ever last.
With trembling hands, she grasps her worth,
A light ignites where darkness grew,
She turns her back on streets that bound her,
And walks toward a life renewed.
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