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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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Clash Of Wills

A shadow lingers, a whisper speaks,  
Not the world, but myself, I seek.  
A race of echoes, a clash of wills,  
On endless roads, through valleys, hills.  

No crowd to cheer, no foe to fight,  
Just me, alone, beneath the night.  
Each step a promise, each fall a test,  
A battle raging within my chest.  

The past sneers loud, the future calls,  
The present stumbles, yet never falls.  
I chase the me I long to be,  
While fleeing chains that tether me.  

The mirror’s gaze is sharp and true,  
Reflecting fears, reflecting you.  
But in that glass, a spark ignites,  
A fire born of countless nights.  

For though I stumble, I never stay,  
The fight within clears paths of grey.  
Me vs. Me—a ceaseless run,  
But forward still, towards the sun.

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