Shadow lingers, icy cold and deep,
Sunlight falters, and sorrows weep.
Hope, once a flame bright, now withers and dies,
Lost in the echoes of silent cries.
The weight of tomorrow, heavy and bare,
Spirit crushed, too broken to care.
Despair, a prison with walls made of night,
Thief of will to live, or seek out the light.
Yet even in the abyss, a faint whisper remains,
A distant reminder that joy follows pain.
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