
Every day unfolds an adventure waiting to be found,
The struggle, a companion, both familiar and profound.
Yearning for excitement, yet fears hold me tight,
Longing for a guiding hand to help me take flight.
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The joy of companionship is my heart’s true quest,
A kindred spirit to share life’s greatest zest.
For without stepping out, no bonds can be found.
Every day unfolds an adventure waiting to be found.
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The joy of others beckons you near,
Yet the inner struggle claims its victory.
So you linger, observing as life slips away.
The struggle, a companion, both familiar and profound.
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In shadows cast by dreams untold,
I stand at the edge, both brave and cold,
Yearning for excitement, yet fears hold me tight,
Yearning for excitement, yet fears hold me tight,
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In the stillness of night, I hear whispers of dreams,
Fleeting wishes carried by the wind, it seems.
Longing for a guiding hand to help me take flight.
Longing for a guiding hand to help me take flight.
You’ll get there. Keep going great poem.
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I hope so and thank you.
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You’re welcome
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I love this one! Nice. Plus, I’ve been kind of feeling like this myself as of late
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Thank you. Same here and most of my life.
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Perfect poem loved it! ❤
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Thank you
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