In shadows deep where silence weeps, A heart once bright, now quietly keeps. The echoes linger, a haunting song, In the depths of night, where dreams feel wrong.

Each tear a tale, each sigh a wound, In the garden of sorrow, hope is marooned. Yet through the dark, a flicker may rise, A spark of strength beneath the skies.

For pain is a teacher, though harsh and cold, It shapes our spirit, makes us bold. So let it flow like a river's bend, For in every ending, there’s a chance to mend.🤍🖤

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