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The Weight of Silence
In the darkness, a voice cries out,
a shattering scream in the midnight hour.
Trust turned to ash, shattered and raw,
beneath the weight of an unwanted power.
Hands that should heal become claws that tear,
and silence grows louder in the air.
A soul splintered, seeking the dawn—
to rise again, though battered and worn.
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arno niem
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