I've learned that plans can come undone,
Like threads unspooled beneath the sun.
That dreams may fall, and hearts may crack,
And some lost things don't wander back.
I've learned that not all wounds will heal,
That time won't always smooth or seal.
Some broken pieces stay that way—
A jagged truth we learn to say.
But I've also learned that storms will pass,
That love can bloom in shattered glass.
That even in the darkest night,
A hand can hold, a soul ignite.
I've learned that pain does not define,
That hope can rise from steep decline.
And though the world may twist and bend,
We find our strength in love, in friends.
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