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Silk, shadow and silence: The iconic Marilyn Monroe
<p style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>She walked in light <br/></strong></em></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>but baby, she lived in shadow.</strong></em></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>Smile for the cameras...</strong></em></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>tears for the pillows.</strong></em></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>They saw diamonds. Silk. Gold.</strong></em></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>But tell me who held her when the nights turned cold?</strong></em></p><p><img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/IMG_3176.jpeg"/><br/></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>They named her.</em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>“Blonde.”</em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Labels. Labels. Labels.</em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>But did they ever listen?</em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Did they ever hear the quiet inside her song?</em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>She was just a girl.</em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>A girl who wanted to be seen ,</em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>not for the curve,</em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>not for the screen,</em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>but for the soul underneath.</em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em><img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/IMG_3175.jpeg"/><br/></em></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>She gave you laughter.</strong></em></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>Gave you glamour.</strong></em></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>Gave you grace on a silver plate.</strong></em></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>While her real face...</strong></em></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>was alone in an empty room at 3 AM.</strong></em></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>Pills on the nightstand.</strong></em></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>Scripts on the floor.</strong></em></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>Applause outside her door </strong></em></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>but inside?</strong></em></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>Silence.</strong></em></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>Silence.</strong></em></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>You loved the icon.</strong></em></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>But you never loved her....</strong></em></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>You paid for the image,</strong></em></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>but you left the woman broke.</strong></em></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>She begged for love in every line she read.</strong></em></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>Every breath she took.</strong></em></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>Every role she played.</strong></em></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>And at night?</strong></em></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>She slept with loneliness in her bed </strong></em></p><p style="text-align: center;"><img src="/media/inline_insight_image/IMG_3180.jpeg"/><em><strong><br/></strong></em></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>They took her body.</em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Branded it.</em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Sold it.</em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Marketed her heartbreak and called it fame</em>.</strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>A thousand flashbulbs in her eyes,</em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>but not one...</em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>not one friend</em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>to hold her hand when she died.</em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>So mourn her.</em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Mourn the girl the world never knew.</em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>The girl who died waiting for the world to come through.</em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/IMG_3178.jpeg"/><strong><em>Dear Marylin...</em></strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>We see you now,</em></strong></p><p><em style="text-align: center; -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"><strong> </strong></em><br/></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>She’s not just a woman.</strong></em></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>She’s an icon.</strong></em></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>She is...</strong></em></p><p style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>THE MARYLIN </strong></em><em style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%;"><strong>MONROE!</strong></em></p><p><img alt="" src="/media/inline_insight_image/IMG_3174.jpeg"/><br/></p><p><br/></p>
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