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We press on, bound to yesterday, dragging chains through time’s tight whirlwind,
The prisoner is not the one who has erred, but the one haunted by their mistakes.
We are all guilty of the great crime: not learning to be simple,
But by choosing to be free, we can liberate ourselves from the endless, dark past.
We carry with us the void of imperfection, a heavy and dense cross,
Aged shadows, the echoes of a life that could be golden, with a mere gesture.
Striving to fit into destiny’s overture, to bend to the celestial tune,
We can reflect the stars within us, trading remorse for the triumph of true living.
Oh, mystical existence, cast away the weights that bend my soul,
Transform me from captive to seeker – to hold the egg of life in my palm.
I will face my demons unarmed, declaring my freedom in the waltz of life,
I will own every moment – forging a living temple from the desire to start anew.
Be the guiding star in the fog of discouragement that has tightened around my heart,
A wooden lighthouse, burning with the flame of renewed and purified reality.
I now leave the shield of the past, the essence of rediscovery pulsing in hidden seas,
At the dawn of my freedom, failure becomes just an echo, and life – a revived painting.
Let mystery bloom wild in the heart of my secret garden,
And the totem of forgetfulness fall to ruins, new sparks struck from fate’s flint.
Forward I will go, bound only by the vastness of the sky, its untarnished azure,
For I am the alchemist of my own essence – turning time into pure gold.

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