Time and again,
we pause,
but never stop.

We scratch our heads,
trace the edges of doubt,
linger at the crossroads
but we move.

Time and again,
we fall,
knees bruised,
palms raw,
yet we rise,
always rise.

The world presses down,
its weight heavy,
its whispers sharp –
but we do not break.

Time and again,
we push through the dark,
through the endless turning of days,
never surrendering,
never undone.

We are the ones
who walk through fire
and come out burned
but whole.

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