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A little girl stands, with eyes so bright, Beneath a sky of endless night, Her tiny hands hold weight untold, A heart too young, a soul too old. She carries worlds within her chest, A thousand dreams that go unpressed, For duty calls and pulls her tight, Like shadows stretching in the light. Her feet are small, but tread on stone, Her voice is soft, but not her own, For she must wear a crown of care, With every step, a silent prayer. Her powers bloom, her talents rise, But with them come the heavy sighs, Of all the things she can't let go, A river's flow she'll never show. She looks ahead, her path unclear, The weight she bears, it feels so near, Yet still she walks, though weak and worn, A girl of strength, though still forlorn. In her, a storm, in her, a sea, A little girl who longs to be free. But through the night, through all the strain, She stands-her spirit won't refrain. Raison d'รชtre(n.) A reason for existing.But what reason must it be? To feel eternal suffering, for a small little girl who questions what such? Who has not yet explored the whole world of her imaginations supposedly locked away from her own burdens. What could've, would've, should've she done?โฆ