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Responsibilities
Oh, my wish—to falter beneath my burdens,
To drown in failure’s cold embrace,
To be lost in the wreckage of my own undoing,
Yet rise, undead, from catastrophe’s face.
We are but fools, deceived by victory,
Blind to the lessons the struggle bestows.
We march ahead, neglecting the path,
Ignoring the wisdom that suffering knows.
I seek the hush in a world of sound,
Oh, to be free from these earthly bounds!
I lack the knowledge, the pulse of humanity,
A scavenger lost in the ruins of vanity.
Today I lay, wrapped in shame,
Grappling with the weight of blame.
Is it fate, or is it mine—
This burden carved in the hands of time?
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sal noman
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