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Quelling the voice of self-doubt

The deafening sound echoed high and low,

Choking footprints of faith and confidence,

Apprehension besieged, rendered a blow,

Throttling the vestiges of her essence.

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 Social commandment, crippling, deep-rooted,

Banished her merit as a close second,

Taunting her aspirations, vile, ill-suited,

 β€˜Sheltered domestic domain’, it reckoned.

The yearning deep, surfaced recurrently,

Rescuing her from quicksand of self-doubt,

Forging close bonds, she marched determinedly,

Reaching for the stars,  via  her carved route. 

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Queen of the Hearts

Quackery.