I crawled through years where night fell fast,
where dawn was a rumor, faint and far.
Each day was a climb up a crumbling wall,
every step swallowed in shadows,
and the weight of the world bore down, pressed hard—
its whispers sharp, relentless.
Hope would come, a flicker, then fade,
a candle swallowed by each unkind wind.
I’d chase it like breath,...
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