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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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A Constant Strain

In the mirror's cold, reflective gaze,
A face I see, a tangled maze.
A heart that's kind, a gentle soul,
But anger's tide takes its toll.

The weight of wants, a whispered plea,
To be the man I long to be.
A steady hand, a provider's might,
Yet shadows dance, dimming the light.

People pleasing, a gilded cage,
My voice unheard, trapped on a stage.
The need to please, a constant strain,
Leaving me empty, lost in the rain.

But wait, a spark, a chance to mend,
To break the chains, to be my friend.
To breathe and calm the raging storm,
Embrace the right to feel the norm.

Kindness remains, a guiding star,
To build my worth, no matter how far.
To speak my truth, to find my way,
And let the anger fade away.

This is the path, a journey starts,
To mend the mirror, mend the hearts.
For beauty lies not just in form,
But in the strength to weather the storm. 

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