The Silent Echoes of Unseen Wounds

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In the shadows of my mind, a storm brews,
Silent whispers of agony, unseen by all,
Each heartbeat echoes the silent screams,
A dance of sorrow in an endless hall.

The days blur together, a haze of gray,
Time drips slowly, like tears on a pane,
Each moment stretches, a painful eternity,
Bound by the invisible chains of pain.

Nights bring no solace, only deeper despair,
Dreams turn to nightmares, no escape in sight,
The stars, once comforting, now mock my plight,
A silent witness to my endless fight.

Yet in this darkness, a flicker of light,
A glimmer of hope, faint but true,
For even in the deepest abyss of pain,
The human spirit finds a way through.

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