The road was split, the path was mine,
No guiding hand, no fate’s design.
I forged ahead with will of stone,
Each step, each scar, I claimed alone.
No gentle breeze, no soothing tide,
Just storms I faced with hollow pride.
The choices made, the price they bore,
Locked every window, sealed each door.
Yet in the weight of all I’ve braved,
A soul was burned, a heart was saved.
For though my hands are rough with cost,
They're proof of all I’ve built, not lost.
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