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Jan 21
I feel the weight, the pull, the strain,
Caught between the loss and pain.
I know the road is mine to find,
But every turn just twists my mind.

I’m capable, I know I’m strong,
But here I stand, like I’ve been wronged.
The world spins on, a dizzying chase,
No matter how I fight, I’m out of place.

I’ve seen the signs, I’ve known the way,
But something always leads me astray.
Time moves forward, I stay behind,
A silent witness to my mind.

Still, somewhere deep, I feel the spark,
Not from the stars, but from the dark.
I’ll find the crack, I’ll break the door,
And rise again, stronger than before.

For though it feels like I’m stuck inside,
I hold the key, I won’t hide.
Skiela
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Skiela  18/F
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