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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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The Weight Of Expectations

A sculpted facade, a chiseled grace,
A public figure, a winning face.
Applause and accolades, a crown to wear,
But beneath the surface, a silent despair. 

A park bench whispers tales untold, 
Of dreams once chased, of spirits grown cold.
The weight of expectation, a crushing tide,
Where self-worth is measured, side by side. 

A gilded cage, where shadows creep,
A silent prisoner, a soul asleep.
The world applauds, a masterpiece of art,
While cracks begin to break the fragile heart.

A weary mind, a battleground unseen,
Where doubts and fears are constant, mean.
The endless chase, a phantom to pursue,
A prisoner of perfection, lost in the blue. 

A mask of strength, a carefully crafted guise,
Hiding the longing, the tear-filled eyes.
A champion's pose, a victory's claim,
But echoes of emptiness, a haunting refrain.

Beneath the surface, a fragile core,
Yearning for peace, to open the door. 
A whisper of doubt, a question of worth,
Lost in the shadows, unseen on earth. 

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