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through all the storms
i battled,
won but still left to mourn.
like the thunder my breath rattles.

joy sinks before the setting sun
now i've learned,
living is everything but fun.
only for happiness i yearn.

through all the sorrow
i attempted to hide
hoping for better tomorrows,
there in i want to abide.

suffered in silence, nobody knows
i'm trapped.
walls shut in, the ceiling so low
by this cocoon of dust, i am wrapped.

through all the cries for help
that nobody heard.
oh, the searing pain i felt
the thought of getting better is absurd.

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