In gilded halls, her silence would speak,
A soul unbound, a freedom to seek.
The jewels she wore could not fill the void,
Her heart, a storm, her peace destroyed.
Ryan's love, a shadow too cold,
A story of bonds that never unfold.
Ethan's words, a fleeting spark,
Yet light could not emerge from the dark.
Not for a lover, not for a name,
She sought herself beyond the flame.
A journey within, her path now clear,
A song of freedom, her heart held dear.
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