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In fair Hidden Leaf, where shadows cloak the night,
A tale of woe, I shall now recite.
Naruto, with a heavy heart, he strode,
In solitude, he carried a burdensome load.

A childhood marked by solitude's despair,
Unseen tears, concealed with utmost care.
With none to hear his lamentations cry,
His sorrow veiled beneath a jovial lie.

A life of longing, yearning for a place,
Yet met with scorn and a hardened face.
The Nine-Tails' fury, a relentless yoke,
Upon his spirit, a relentless cloak.

Friendships fleeting, bonds torn and torn,
Leaving Naruto feeling alone, forlorn.
The sting of loss, the weight of despair,
His heartache, too much for him to bear.

In dreams of Hokage, a distant star,
He aimed to rise above his painful scar.
But echoes of his past would never sway,
A haunting sadness in his heart's display.

In Hidden Leaf, where tears would stream,
Naruto's sorrows, his constant theme.
A hero's journey through sorrow's veil,
His tale, a testament to the grief and travail.

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