Torn threads
A fleeting high, a whispered call, Promises rise, but soon they fall. What starts as warmth becomes a chain, A hollow heart, a mind in pain. But in the dark, there’s light to find, A thread of hope, a clearer mind. So rise again, through night’s embrace, And find your strength, reclaim your place.
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