This must be hell
To exist here
we must exhale and inhale
This must be hell, a shadowed place,
Where whispers of anguish intertwine with grace.
We linger in twilight, caught in despair,
Yet still we exhale, as if breathing the air.
Each inhale a struggle, a dance with our fate,
In this realm of echoes, where hope feels so late.
Yet through the haze, resilience ignites,
In the darkest of nights, we summon our lights.
So here we persist, with every breath drawn,
In the heart of this chaos, we find our dawn.
Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 3:51 PM UTC
This must be hell
To exist here
we must exhale and inhale
This must be hell, a shadowed place,
Where whispers of anguish intertwine with grace.
We linger in twilight, caught in despair,
Yet still we exhale, as if breathing the air.
Each inhale a struggle, a dance with our fate,
In this realm of echoes, where hope feels so late.
Yet through the haze, resilience ignites,
In the darkest of nights, we summon our lights.
So here we persist, with every breath drawn,
In the heart of this chaos, we find our dawn.
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