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When the eyes are closed, another kind of vision must awaken.
They cannot see the road ahead, so they must trust the strength within. But she sees the darkness, the obstacles, and every reason to turn back β yet chooses to move forward.
Because sometimes, the path isn't meant to be found. It's meant to be created.
Pain can challenge your strength, but it doesn't have to define your limits. What once threatened to break you can become the very force that carries you forward.
You don't need a clear path to keep moving. You need a will that refuses to surrender.
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