In a dim-lit chamber, bleak and unknown,
In the shadows, where forgotten memories groan,
Lies the darkest remnants of anguish and despair,
Thirsting for release, waiting for a flare.

A flicker of neurosis, a parade of nightmares,
A cathartic eruption, filling the stagnant air,
Where all suppressed feelings, all patience held tight,
Are unleashed in fury, a tempest of the night.

Within this dark room, life takes a toll,
Uprooting dreams, upending the soul,
Exposing the good, the bad, and the hideous,
The balance of yin and yang, the darkest abyss.

Here, collected fragments of wisdom vile,
Locked away, it waits, Pandora's guile,
Each strand of wicked desire set free,
From the depths of this chamber, an ominous plea.

And high above, on the seventh floor height,
In that same alley where shadows take flight,
Upon symmetrical corridors, marking time,
A lone figure stands, searching for the sublime.

Climbing his fears, confronting the unknown,
Descending with hope, seeds of resilience sown,
For in this bleak room, beyond the despair,
There lies a glimmer of hope, forever present and rare.


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