In the limbo of silence, where time stands still,
the hours slip by like wandering shadows,
an echo of lost laughter whispers in the breeze,
and my dreams float, ethereal and distant.

The walls close in, the air is heavy,
each heartbeat resonates in the cold solitude,
where hopes get tangled in cobwebs,
and the soul seeks light in melancholy.

My steps are echoes in this void,
a labyrinth without exit that envelops me,
memories are lighthouses flickering afar,
guiding my heart toward turbulent waters.

Unsaid words hang in the air,
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