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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the depths of my soul, an ocean of tears struggles, Walls of thoughts collapsing like sandcastles, I look at myself in the mirror and see a shadow of what I once was, A landscape of melancholy that knows neither rest nor respite. This world, a carnival of masks and blinding lights, Where truth hides beneath thick layers of false smiles, I feel like an actor playing a role that doesn't belong to me, When each day becomes a scene of a tragic play. I try to break myself, to reform from shards, To mold myself like clay, to transform into something new, But how to rebuild when the material is pain, When each fragment bears the mark of an old suffering? I am a traveler on a never-ending road, without a clear destination, I hide from the world, I hide from myself, For only in solitude do I find a temporary refuge, A place where tears can flow without judgment or fear. Sometimes, I feel like I'm drowning under the weight of expectations, A complex mechanism, yet without purpose, keeps capturing me, And every time a hand reaches out to me, I tremble, for help is a stranger that stirs my anxieties. I wish to believe it's just a passing "sometimes," That one day I'll find the light at the end of this tunnel, But until then, I continue to wash my face with tears, And play the role of silence and smile. Maybe one day, I'll succeed in reconstructing myself, To break the walls and let the light in, To be me, a new me, formed from the ashes of the past, But until then, I only dream and hope, in the silence of nights.
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