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Can you see her
Tears stream down unhindered
Lips tightly clamped, screaming inside
Anguish, fear, anger all rolled up in one

Do you hear her
As blow after blow rains down
Storms of life beating upon her frame
Battered and bruised, worn and frail
Wishing for an end, any end

Do you know her
A thing of beauty, allure undeniable
Media darling, sought after by presidents and moguls alike
Now but a shadow of herself
Curling into a corner, hiding from the world

Can you tell her
Seasons, they come and go
Like the storm makes way for the sun, this too will pass
For morning is but a few hours away