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The world cries out for justice clear, For broken systems ruled by fear. Yet change won't come from noise alone— It sprouts from seeds that we have sown. Not titles held, nor claims we boast, Nor empty words we love the most, But what we build, create, and give— These mark the way we truly live. The time has come to shift our lens, To judge not merely means or ends, But weigh the fruit that branches bear— The truth lies plainly waiting there. Did hands bring peace or sow deceit? Did words bring life or just repeat? No mask can hide a barren tree, Its roots reveal what we don’t see. So let us start with honest eyes, And measure worth by what applies. Not promises, but action shown— By fruits, not talk, shall all be known.
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Do they bring peace?

Check the hearts you call your own,  
Not all are meant to stay.  
Some walked in when you were lost,  
And never meant to stay.

Not every hand you’ve reached to hold  
Was reaching out for you —  
Some filled a gap inside your soul  
Where self-love never grew.

They wore the mask of comfort’s light,  
But shadowed you in need.  
Fed by fear, by lust, by wounds,  
By longing left to bleed.

You called them soul connections once,  
But silence tells the truth.  
Some mirrors only show you back  
The ache you hid since youth.

So pause, and ask: Do they bring peace,  
Or patch what’s torn apart?  
Do they reflect the light you give —  
Or drain your beating heart?

You are the love you seek the most,  
The warmth you’ve craved so long.  
Give it first to your own soul —  
You’ve held it all along.

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