Many are the tales we tell,
Some rise from lives that fell.
Others breathe their final breath,
Carrying secrets beyond death.
Some are woven from unknown details,
Some drift like whispers through the veils.
Whatever the web of life unveils,
Every story leaves its trails.
Some are truth, some are fables,
Some are written on broken tables.
Some hold secrets time conceals,
Some reveal the pain one feels.
Through every twist, through every tale,
Through dreams that soar and hearts that fail,
One truth remains beneath the veil:
Every life has a story to tell.
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