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First: Shadowed Lament
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in the tapestry of emotions, a thread frays, weaving the discord of hurt through endless days.
a somber dance within labyrinthine eaves, amygdala, sentinel of despair, whispers, grieves.
emotional tempest, chaos unbound, stress cascades relentlessly, pain profound.
guardian curator in suffering's silent dirge, directing notes of anguish, a haunting surge.
a prevailing sense of hopelessness, a heavy shroud, hurt's enduring refrain, in darkness, allowed.
amygdala, spectral conductor in pain's forlorn ballet, navigating desolate corridors where misery holds sway.
acceptance, a bitter surrender, a silent plea, hurt, a mournful ballad, echoes endlessly.
amygdala's muted whispers, a guide through despair, in the desolate expanse, suffering remains, unfair.
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Whispers Of The Soul || Eudora N Quill
Poesiain shadows cast, where whispers weave, 'whispers of the soul' begins, a journey conceived. realities adorned in verses spun, life's thorns painted, poetic, undone. - intended lowercase.
