“You always have two choices: your commitment versus your fear.” Sammy Davis, Jr.
In realms where suspicions dance and doubts unfold, I trudged a path where hope grew dim and old. A single door, its promise etched in the gleam, Lured me with whispers of a distant dream. With hands grown weary, knuckles stark and raw, I pushed and pulled, defying nature's law. The oak defied my pleas, unyielding, strong, A silent witness to my endless wrong.
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