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What is life, if not without risk
A misstep here and there, we slip
Betwixt the risk and the journey
Lies its innumerable musings.
Succumbing to the rain
Underneath the pain
What's there left to attain
In the gusty winds of chains
Anchoring tears to the drains
Everything seems in vain.
Sveltely walking through the storms
Broken in the chatter of the drops
Not all rocks are blistering coals
Diamonds are molded when the pressure grows
When dreams aren't allowed to sleep
Sharing the silence in dignity
Character is to be strived for constantly.
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