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Those who embrace the dark fear not the light,
Yet every glow they touch feels sharp and tight.
The wounds of the heart fall quietly like rain,
A silent river of sorrow, of lingering pain.
Loneliness is no friend, just shadows that stay,
Watching the broken stumble through night and day.
Kindness can cut deeper than a blade in the night,
A smile can betray, though it looks so right.
Voices that cry in the night reach no one at all,
The echoes vanish, unanswered, down a hollow hall.
The past leaves behind scars that time cannot erase,
And shadows alone know the secrets we face.
The louder the scream, the smaller the voice,
A cruel paradox that leaves no choice.
The longer we live, the more rust grips the soul,
And tears are the words when the heart loses control.
So bloom in the dark where no one can see,
A fragile flower of pain, of quiet misery.
Though broken, the heart keeps beating still,
Carved by the night, yet surviving the chill.
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