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In the recesses of my soul, sorrow whispers lie,
Hidden away, where even shadows shy,
Longing to break free from their silent hold,
And within my tears, their stories unfold.
Through the rustling leaves, sorrow softly cries,
A symphony of grief beneath the skies,
Nature's sorrow merges with my own,
In solitude, amidst this sorrowful tone.
In the looking glass, a fractured sight,
Reflections shattered, devoid of light,
Eyes reflecting a world of woe,
Seeking solace, but finding none to bestow.
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Nicely done!