In a world where shadows danced alone,
A boy with a hurtful heart of stone.Each step a struggle, each breath a sigh,But in his solitude, he learned to fly.
Through the darkest nights and the coldest days,He walked his path in a silent daze.The pain within, he could not deny,Yet, in his fears, he found the sky.
With every sunrise, a new hope was born,In his lonely heart, a fire adorned.For in his solitude, he found his might,And turned his darkness into light.
Though the road was long, and the journey hard,He held on tight, played his own card.In the depths of loneliness, he found his voice,And in his solitude, he found his choice.
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