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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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Laced With Lies

Even at my lowest, when the night weighs deep,  
When silence is heavy, and shadows creep,  
When the echoes of doubt shake my core,  
There are some numbers I won’t call anymore.  

Not the ones that once knew my name,  
But left me drowning just the same.  
Not the voices that spoke in disguise,  
Feeding me comfort laced with lies.  

Not the hands that let me slip,  
When I reached out with trembling grip.  
Not the past that tempts and sways,  
Whispering warmth in hollow ways.  

Even in the darkness, raw and real,  
There are wounds I refuse to heal  
With voices that once felt like home—  
Some numbers are better left unknown.

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