In shadows deep where echoes stir,
A heart once strong begins to blur.
Each scar a tale, each tear a sign,
Of battles fought, both yours and mine.

But twist the plot, for in this pain,
A secret blooms, a sweet refrain.
For every wound that drips and bleeds,
Unveils the strength that love then feeds.

The cracks reveal the light inside,
A beacon where the dark once lied.
From hurt, a paradox does spring,
A beauty in the suffering.

So let the heartache play its part,
It molds the soul, it crafts the art.
For though the night may seem severe,
The dawn will find you stronger here.
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