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Keep cherishing the glory,
Hold on to the accolades.
I will hold on to the fury,
Like always, to go through the barricades.
The shackles that I broke free from,
I will hold on to it like a prize.
I may lose everything I have,
Will never fear rolling the dice.
A wise man once told me,
On a cold night in a snowstorm.
Knowledge outlasts money and fame,
A quiet fire that keeps the soul warm.
Those words of wisdom,
Burns inside of me like Silent Flames.
It rages with each defeat,
Always avoiding the blame game.
The silent flames ink one more sentence,
As one day passes by, I get better.
Never look back, always forward,
Celebrate each success, even one new letter.
I crafted this poem as a reflection on resilience, inner fire, and the value of wisdom over fleeting success.
