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They walked through silence,
where no one waited, no one believed.
Every fall carved their strength,
every scar turned into a spark.
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€β not born perfect
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€β but built through fire
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€β breaking, rising, repeating
They didnβt chase the lightβ
they became it.
Not luck. Not chance.
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and now,
the world finally sees
what they fought to become.
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