Alone Before the Truth
The mirror asked me not to hide.
My voice fell honest, stripped of proof.
No crowd remained to choose my side.
Just me and echoes on the roof.
The past knocked gently, dressed as fear.
I let it in, then let it go.
Its weight grew small when faced sincerely.
Like ice released into the flow.
At last, the dawn began to speak.
The lie grew tired, the truth stood tall.
I found my strength where I was weak.
And rose alone, yet not at all.
We Win Together
One Mission
One Goal
See you at the top
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