I write for hearts that have reclaimed their freedom,
For untold stories and unread chapters, hard to relive.
I write for pages ripped by betrayers' hands,
Hands that held unfulfilled promises, and shattered plans.
But even in the tearing, a new chapter unfolds,
A story of resilience, of hearts made bold.
For those who've risen from the ashes, I write,
To honor their strength, and the beauty in their light
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