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In shadows deep, where echoes dwell,   A tale unfolds, too grim to tell;   For women tread on fragile ground,   In every heartbeat, terror's found.   A man may walk with head held high,   Oblivious to the silent cry;   Yet women weave a tapestry,   Of fears that haunt, of what could be.   Each day a calculus of dread,   A phantom threat that fills the head;   In public spaces, eyes surveil,   While whispers swirl—a ghostly gale.   The morning news—a chilling refrain,   Another name etched in the pain;   A stranger’s plight, yet close to home,   For every woman knows she roams.   In homes once sanctuaries of peace,   The specter looms, the terror won’t cease;   With keys poised like daggers in hand,   We navigate this treacherous land.   The laughter shared is laced with fear,   A ...