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Lament

A sadness grows inside me,
a shapeless sorrow that
reaches out and chills my heart.
It brings shadow into my life,
covering my memories and dreams
with the ashes of
what might have been.
It bleeds into my thoughts,
tainting my soul
with shreds of broken hope.

It is the memory of
who I used to be.
The dream of
what I could have become.
And the fear that
I will never be whole again.




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