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Home, the starting line of our escape, Where I emerged, a canvas raw, a tale to shape. Families, the battlegrounds of our soul’s strife, Forging wars and revolutions in the crucible of life. They birth not only children but pains untold, In the flames of their struggles, stories unfold. In the inferno of birth, the world seems ablaze, Yet through time, we learn it’s just a passing phase. And as anger simmers, it unveils its true motif, Revealing itself as grief, our companion in relief.
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Apr 26, 2023
Apr 26, 2023 at 8:06 PM UTC
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Home, the starting line of our escape, Where I emerged, a canvas raw, a tale to shape. Families, the battlegrounds of our soul’s strife, Forging wars and revolutions in the crucible of life. They birth not only children but pains untold, In the flames of their struggles, stories unfold. In the inferno of birth, the world seems ablaze, Yet through time, we learn it’s just a passing phase. And as anger simmers, it unveils its true motif, Revealing itself as grief, our companion in relief.
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Apr 26, 2023
Apr 26, 2023 at 8:06 PM UTC
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