Brain Problems
Trapped inside the labyrinth of my mind, thoughts that hurt me, endlessly unkind. No energy, no guide, I search for rest, a fleeting sigh that time won’t let manifest. “When will my moment of peace arrive?” I say, while shadows linger, never fading away. A life so gray, an echo that won’t cease, a shadow chasing, never granting release.
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