Within Every Heart Are Plans We Know Not
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A person can only conceal himself if he knows who he is
A girl was born with powers deep inside,
Her magic flowed like rivers, wild and wide.
It shaped the world wherever she would go,
Twisting what was real in its quiet, subtle glow.
The townsfolk feared her, though she did not see,
For magic bled from her unconsciously.
She longed to blend, to live a life the same,
But magic whispered softly, calling her by name.
She couldn’t tell what part was her or fate,
For dreams and life would often intertwine too late.
Each step she took, a spell would weave and wind,
A silent fear would trail, unknown, behind.
Years passed, and still the world seemed strange,
Her heart’s desires made reality rearrange.
She’d tried to hide, but magic always came,
Her efforts lost, her power untamed.
Yet one dark night, as stars began to gleam,
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She saw herself reflected in a dream.
Her heart revealed the secrets it had kept,
And in that moment, long-held knowledge crept.
The magic was her mirror, plain and clear,
Revealing truths she had refused to hear.
Her deepest wants had shaped the world she knew,
And all she feared reflected what was true.
With time, she learned to know her heart’s desire,
To tame the spells that once would misfire.
For magic’s strength is hidden in the soul,
And only those aware can take control.
She walked once more, yet now with quiet grace,
Concealing all with an uncovered face.
For only when she knew herself so well,
Could she begin to shape what she chose to tell.
Within each heart, there lies a hidden plot,
But only those who listen know the knot.
She learned to weave her magic strong and bright,
For knowing oneself gives the power to hide in plain sight.
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