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The Weight of the Silent Storm

A quiet storm that rages deep,

Within my mind, it doesn’t sleep.

A weight that presses, sharp and cold,

A silent scream, a pain untold.

It swells and roars in twisting waves,

Through daylight hours, it misbehaves.

The light is cruel, the sound a chain,

I wear this burden, fight the pain.

A dullness lingers, but still it bites,

Shadows blur in muted lights.

I try to push, to live, to stand,

But every step is grains of sand.

Eyes that strain to focus clear,

A world that shifts, I disappear.

Yet still I rise, though slow, though weak,

A warrior in silence, I seek relief.

So here I stand, though battered, bruised,

A soul too stubborn to be abused.

The storm may rage, but I'll remain,

A part of me that cannot break.

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