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Beneath a dark horizon,
where dreams seem to fade,
I walk through the silence,
in the shadows, I wade.
The weight of each moment,
a heavy embrace,
Life’s trials and turmoil
carve lines on my face.
The path feels unending,
each step a new test,
With burdens unyielding,
I long for some rest.
Yet the storms keep on coming,
relentless and bold,
Turning warmth into chill,
as the night takes its hold.
The echoes of struggle
ring deep in my soul,
Each challenge a mountain,
each setback a toll.
I gather my courage,
though weary and worn,
a flicker of hope in a
heart that feels torn.
Though fatigue wraps
around me like vines in the dark,
I search for the light,
for a flickering spark.
With every deep breath,
I summon my will,
To rise from the ashes,
to climb yet again still.
I’ve weathered the tempests,
I’ve faced down the night,
With a spirit that trembles,
but refuses to fight.
Though drained and exhausted,
I won’t turn away,
For within every struggle,
a lesson will stay.
So here on this journey,
I gather my strength,
Each step is a promise,
no matter the length.
For the dark horizon
may loom ever near,
But I’ll keep on fighting,
I’ll conquer my fear.
KM
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