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In the realm of darkness, where shadows dwell, A shattered heart, has a tale to tell. A story of suffering, a saga of pain, Of dreams and hopes, all washed down the drain. Whispers of glory, gone with the wind, Solitude bites, an uninvited friend. Pieces of a once intact soul, Now scattered, never to be whole. The laughter silenced, joy takes a bow, In the mirror of life, a forgotten vow. Leaves of sorrow now decorate the days, Behind the eyes, lost in a lonesick haze. Yet within this fractured, grief-stricken heart, Rests a resilience that will never part. Even though the fissures are aching and deep, There persists courage that refuses to sleep. Hear it whisper in the darkest night, "This is not the end, hold on tight". A wounded spirit, may seem torn and weak, But in the fragments, strength may leak. Healing takes time, let it unwind, In the shards of the old self, a new one we find. Embrace the vulnerable, welcome the pain, For the sun never shines without the rain. Mend your wings with threads of hope, Slide down life's challenging tightrope, Your heart may be broken, your spirit may bleed, But within you resides the strength you need. Like a phoenix burning merrily bright, From the ashes, arise, take your flight. The story of the broken, is a tale of rebirth, A spectacle of resilience dancing on earth.
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