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Heart of Stone

He built his dreams with fire and steel,   Through sweat and pain, through grit and will.   His path was carved with silent nights,   A war he waged beyond the sights.   But love, so sweet, so soft, so near,   Whispered dreams into his ear.   A choice was placed upon his chest—   His passion’s flame, or love’s request.   He turned away from burning light,   Held her close, embraced the night.   Yet soon he found, to his dismay,   Both love and purpose slipped away.   For goals demand a heart of stone,   And love still longs to call its own.   To chase one means to lose the fight,   To hold both tight is rarest might.   So walk the road with eyes aware,   Choose with wisdom, choose with care.   For once you drop what makes you whole,   You lose the fire—and lose your soul.
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Kuthea

In the shadowed realms where choices weave,
Kuthea danced, her heart on the sleeve.
Her mother's whispers, a haunting song,
In pursuit of proof, she'd been swept along.

Crazy tales spun in a web of disdain,
Yet deeper within, a truth to attain.
To defy her mother, the primary goal,
Yet beneath the surface, a stirring soul.

In daring leaps and choices untamed,
Kuthea sought more than being named.
Not just to silence the judgmental voice,
But to unearth herself, make a personal choice.

No longer tethered to the weight of the past,
Kuthea realized, a revelation at last.
Life's canvas vast, colors to employ,
Not just to rebel, but to find her own joy.

So beyond the echoes of a mother's decree,
Kuthea embraced the chance to be free.
In the wild dance of life, a rhythm she'd find,
Not just proving her mother wrong, but defining her own kind.

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