The Weight of Invisible Chains, The Silent Screams in a Crowded Room, The Mind’s Unseen Battle, The Shadows of Unspoken Struggles

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In the quiet of the night, the mind begins to race,
Thoughts like wild horses, impossible to chase.
Shadows of worries, they dance and they weave,
A tapestry of stress, from which it’s hard to leave.

The heart beats heavy, like a drum in the dark,
Each thump a reminder of an invisible mark.
Anxiety whispers, in a language unknown,
A silent storm, where peace was once grown.

The eyes see the world, through a fog of despair,
Every smile a question, every laugh a snare.
The soul feels trapped, in a web of unseen,
Longing for solace, in places serene.

Yet in this battle, unseen and unheard,
There lies a strength, in every whispered word.
For in the darkest moments, a light can be found,
To lift the shadows, and break the chains that bound.

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