With feline grace,
to hide her shame.
With her head held high,
to hide the low moments.
With many people,
to hide her loneliness.
With famous people,
to not be forgotten.
Life has made her a walker in paths that are not her own.
Life has made her a walker of styles that are not her own.
Life has made her a walker with people that are not of her calibre.
She walks those paths,in those styles,with those people to hide years of:
shame
depression
loneliness
being forgotten.
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