The empty room, a hollow sound, A silence where no joy is found. Each ticking clock, a heavy beat, Echoes only my own feet. The world outside, a blur of light, While I remain in endless night. A whispered plea, lost on the breeze, To break these chains, find inner ease.
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The empty room, a hollow sound,…
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The empty room, a hollow sound, — A silence where no joy is found.
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