“It all begins and ends in your mind. What you give power to, has power over you, if you allow it.” Leon Brown
The mind, a storm-tossed sea where waves of thought Crash, churn, and foam—a constant, restless fight. Emotions surge, like tides, unheeded, fraught With wreckage of desire and fear's dark night. To stand upon this shore, unmoved, unbowed, No puppet to the whims of fleeting will, This, brother, is an art, a path endowed With power, hard-won, a summit to fulfill.
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