In the heart of a city where factions reign,
I stand amidst the chaos, feeling the strain.
Tris, they call me, born to break the mold,
In this world of factions, my story unfolds.
Abnegation's whispers, urging selfless grace,
Yet inside me, a fire, a different embrace.
Dauntless whispers call, a fierce, wild call,
Beating in rhythm, refusing to fall.
Amidst the choosing, I find my path,
Not bound by factions but by the aftermath.
Fear courses through me, yet courage ignites,
In the face of uncertainty, I'll fight the fights.
In the halls of initiation, I face my fears,
Confronting demons buried deep for years.
With every trial, I shed the skin of doubt,
Embracing the truth, finding my route.
Through love and loss, I find my way,
A rebel spirit in the light of day.
Tris, they name me, a symbol of hope,
In this world divided, I refuse to mope.
For every wall they build, I'll break through,
With the strength of conviction, tried and true.
In the mirror of destiny, I see my reflection,
A warrior's heart, with unwavering affection.
So let the factions clash, let chaos reign,
I'll rise above it all through joy and pain.
For in my veins runs the blood of defiance,
Tris, a flame of rebellion, in relentless alliance.
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