She wasn’t born knowing herself,
she uncovered her piece by piece,
on a road long and rough.
Each misstep revealed a truth,
each hardship, a key,
unlocking parts of her soul.
As the path twisted,
with trials to bear,
the deeper she ventured,
the more she became.
In every bruise and scar,
she found strength,
in every doubt, a spark.
The harsher the journey,
the more she emerged—
resilient, unwavering.
With every jagged mile,
she grew into herself,
until the woman she was meant to be
stood tall at the journey’s end.
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