The critic's voice, a poisoned dart, Pierces the unsuspecting heart. "You're not enough," it hisses low, "Where seeds of failure start to grow." The vibrant hues begin to fade, A world in grayscale, unafraid. The grand design, the noble quest, Is buried deep within the breast. But then a whisper, soft and clear, Dispels the gathering, chilling fear. "We see your worth, we see your light, Let courage banish endless night." For when the spirit starts to bend, We are the staff, the loving friend. So intertwine, let spirits soar, And doubt will trouble us no more.
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The critic's voice, a poisoned dart,…
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The critic's voice, a poisoned dart, — Pierces the unsuspecting heart.
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