Darshana Shrestha 
Grade X

Once upon a time, there was a girl,
She liked to keep things in her own world.
She had stories hidden, a secret place,
A book of her own, a comforting space.

No need for big dances or fancy art,
Just a simple book and a caring heart.
In those stories, two years passed by,
A tale of self-love, reaching the sky.

But fear stayed close, like a hidden thought,
She wanted to share but hesitated a lot.
Two years of thinking, a delicate chance,
To open her book, let her feelings enhance.

In the library of life, a personal bloom,
A book of her own, dispelling gloom.
Two years of hoping, a simple advance,
To embrace herself in a self-made dance.

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