My soul wears the silence of night, yet somehow shines within. I've lost count of the paths I've taken, searching for a glimpse of steady ground beneath weary feet.
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I've lost count of the paths I've taken, searching for a glimpse of steady ground beneath weary feet.
As embers smolder to ash, can I tend the embers of my being, rekindling warmth in the emptiness?
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