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My silence weeps through silent rivulets
As I stop being perfect
The slowness of the time stops my heart
As if the beats themselves forgot.
Sculptured through the paths
Our uniqueness makes us steadfast
Loving ourselves more
As we go with the flow.
Increasingly laden with trepidation
The fruits of our hard-work bear recognition
Step by step the goals sync
As we move in tandem with our dreams.
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