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She wore silence like perfume in the rain,

Every tear left a ghost on the window pane.

He was thunder, she was glass,

Every promise broke too fast.

Now she’s driving through the night,

All her fears in the rearview light.

Heart still bleeding, but it beats again —

She’s learning how to feel the pain.

Between two worlds, she’s falling,

Between the dark and the morning.

She’s not lost, she’s just reborn —

From the ashes of what was torn.

All those nights she begged the stars,

For a sign to leave those scars.

Now she dances with the fear,

Every step pulls her near.

He’s a shadow, fading slow,

She’s the fire he’ll never know.

In her chest a storm still burns —

Freedom hurts, but she returns.

Between two worlds, she’s healing,

In her eyes, the truth revealing.

She’s not broken, just transformed —

A heart that’s tired, but newly formed.

She whispers to the night, “I’m free,”

Soft echoes drown her memory.

No more chains, no empty words —

She’s gone beyond…

between two worlds.