The walls close in, a suffocating hold, A story in my heart, untold. The laughter fades, a distant chime, Lost to the endless march of time. But something shifts, a fragile thread, A thought of warmth within my head. A knowing smile, a shared despair, "We'll bear this burden, if you dare."
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The walls close in, a suffocating…
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The walls close in, a suffocating hold, — A story in my heart, untold.
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