In the realm of shadows, where daylight fades,
Life's heavy chains upon our spirits weigh.
Unfairness paints the dawn in muted shades,
A prison built from dreams that fade away.
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We long for hands to guide us through the dark,
for voices that understand and eyes that truly see.
Yet we hide behind walls of silence, afraid to be known.
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In this life, we are the battlefield,
Torn between light and dark,
The devil holds the winning ground,
leaving scars on every heart.
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Realistically, life is overrated…
We barely live; we simply survive.
Everything is meaningless
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