In shadows deep where silence dwells,?Three tiny hearts weave whispered spells,?They dance in dreams with eyes of light,?Unaware of the encroaching night.
A father’s laughter, a guiding hand,?Now echoes faint like steps on sand,?Bipolar’s grasp, a stormy tide,?Tore through their world, their gentle guide.
He wore his smile like a fragile mask,?And fought the demons,...
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