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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 Worth of My Time

No longer will I bend and break,  
For those who only take and take,  
Who see my worth in pennies tossed,  
Not knowing what my time has cost.  

I seek the ones who see the gold,  
In every story left untold,  
Who value effort, skill, and art,  
And pay the price for what I impart.  

For time is fleeting, work is deep,  
And no more shall I work for cheap,  
I’ll rise to find the clients who,  
Appreciate the work I do.  

With them, my craft will truly thrive,  
For they will see me come alive,  
In every task, each thoughtful move,  
My time, my worth—they'll never lose.

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