I see the way you hold the weight you never name. Every fault you drag behind still drags against the chain. You don’t have to stay the same — there’s more than what you’ve made. Break the heavy mold that keeps your burdens shaped. Every scar you’ve earned can redefine the pain. I know the pull of doubt, the ache that never fades. But I’ve learned that when it cracks, that you can find your way. You don’t need forgiveness now, you just need the strength to stand. And the truth of what still holds will slip softly from your hands. Break the heavy mold that keeps your burdens shaped. Every scar you’ve earned can redefine the pain. Keep on drawing breath — and let it change again.
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