dont give up, dont you dare

 Echoes of defiance

seep into the cracks of doubt

a whispered promise to the shadows

don't give up, don't you dare


the weight of weary eyes

stares back at the horizon

a canvas of unfulfilled dreams

yet, the brushstrokes of resilience

begin to seep into the crevices


for every step backward

take two forward, they say

but what about the days

when the world outside seems to suffocate?


in those moments, find the spark

within the embers of your soul

let it flicker, let it roar

don't give up, don't you dare


the fire that once burned bright

has diminished to a faint glow

but even the smallest flame

can illuminate the darkest night


so let the whispers of your heart

urge you forward, ever upward

don't give up, don't you dare

for in the depths of your being

lies a strength that's yet to be found.

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