In the dimly lit corners of her existence,
She lingered, a ghost in the midst of persistence.
From the womb, she was marked, a black sheep born,
Destined to wander, forsaken and torn.
In childhood's tender grasp, she stood apart,
A shadow in the daylight, a whisper in the heart.
Rejected by kin, a stranger within her home,
She bore the burden...
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