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O You - whether God, Chaos, or a mirror of man’s longing

I owe You nothing. But I see the game.

Spare me Your pity. Give me a mind sharp enoughnot to sink into infantile daydreamsnor into the dead rot of adult vanity.

Let me never trade my soul for approval. Let me walk naked through fire if it means walking my own path.

If You truly laid a road for me - don’t you dare smooth it out

Show me the cliffs, the thorns, the storms and I’ll walk, bleeding, laughing, alive

I want it all - the weight, the scars, the truths that burn and the moments that shatter me into someone real

I refuse to chase ghosts dressed as dreams.

I choose the long, brutal way. The one that leads to myself

I don’t want happiness. I want to awaken.I don’t want peace. I want a spine made of fire.

Amen - if that word still dares to breathe

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