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Labyrinth

A long night without sleep, Dreams lay waste to silence, Scenes empty, moments lonely, Thoughts wishful, action passive. Shackles of redundancy, A cycle, round and round, A blast from the past eternal, Plaguing every sleep. Nights are not for work, But the 'mares of fears, Haunted by the stagnation, Of old past, strong and near. Hidden talents, pouring hopes, Promises of good times, Even when they come, Good times don’t last.

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