Lost in Translation: The Echoes of Misunderstood Souls

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In the silent whispers of the night,
Where shadows dance in muted light,
I stand alone, unseen, unheard,
A soul adrift, misunderstood.

Words I speak, like gentle breeze,
Are twisted, torn, with such ease,
My heart’s true voice remains concealed,
In a world where truth is seldom revealed.

Eyes that glance, but never see,
The depths of what it means to be me,
Lost in the cacophony of confusion,
My essence drowns in disillusion.

Yet in the quiet, I find my peace,
Embracing solitude’s sweet release,
For in my heart, I know my worth,
Beyond the veil of this misunderstood earth.

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