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In the depths of her despair, she's confined, A solitary figure, lost in her mind, Engulfed by shadows, no end in sight, She battles demons in the darkest night. Her thoughts, like poison, eat away, Condemning her to an endless fray, Self-hate consumes her, a relentless tide, Loneliness her only ally by her side. Each day a struggle, a silent scream, Her existence torn at the seam, No respite from the agony within, As she drowns in the void of her own sin. She pushes away any flicker of light, Embracing the darkness with all her might, No escape from the tormenting blight, A prisoner of her own self-inflicted plight. Her dreams, once bright, now fade to black, As despair tightens its suffocating sack, No hope to cling to, no solace near, Just the echo of her deepest fear. In solitude, she finds her wretched rest, Her fractured soul put to the test, A puppet to her own twisted mind, Lost in the abyss, no salvation to find. She longs for oblivion, an end to the pain, But the void within her continues to reign, A barren wasteland, devoid of light, Where her spirit withers, consumed by night. Though she may falter, and stumble in dismay, There's no redemption, no light of day, For she's damned to wander in eternal strife, Trapped in the labyrinth of her own life. So let her suffer in silence profound, In the depths of despair, where she's bound, For in her world, there is no reprieve, Just the darkness, where she's doomed to grieve.

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In the depths of her despair, she's confined, A solitary figure, lost in her mind, Engulfed by shadows, no end in sight, She battles demons in the darkest night. Her thoughts, like poison, eat away, Condemning her to an endless fray, Self-hate consumes her, a relentless tide, Loneliness her only ally by her side. Each day a struggle, a silent scream, Her existence torn at the seam, No respite from the agony within, As she drowns in the void of her own sin. She pushes away any flicker of light, Embracing the darkness with all her might, No escape from the tormenting blight, A prisoner of her own self-inflicted plight. Her dreams, once bright, now fade to black, As despair tightens its suffocating sack, No hope to cling to, no solace near, Just the echo of her deepest fear. In solitude, she finds her wretched rest, Her fractured soul put to the test, A puppet to her own twisted mind, Lost in the abyss, no salvation to find. She longs for oblivion, an end to the pain, But the void within her continues to reign, A barren wasteland, devoid of light, Where her spirit withers, consumed by night. Though she may falter, and stumble in dismay, There's no redemption, no light of day, For she's damned to wander in eternal strife, Trapped in the labyrinth of her own life. So let her suffer in silence profound, In the depths of despair, where she's bound, For in her world, there is no reprieve, Just the darkness, where she's doomed to grieve.