Scars and smiles etched in every line, Reflections whisper, sweet and brine. Soul bears the brunt of years gone by, Yet, eyes ignite with purpose in the sky. Self, a world within, both wild and tame, Family, a bond, whispered name. Obligations weave a web so tight, But responsibility sets the spirit alight. My face, […]
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