The ink runs thick with pain untold,
A fragile soul, too weak, too bold.
Each line I write, a tear is shed,
For dreams once bright now left for dead.
The world has spun, but I stand still,
In vacant rooms, where hope can't fill.
These words, a sail to darkest seas,
Where sorrow's grip has brought me ease.
I tried to fight, to seek the light,
But found no dawn within the night.
So in this letter, fate will bind,
A fragile heart that's been maligned.
Forgive me now, for what I choose,
In silence deep, I've paid my dues.
Remember me in vivid hues,
a ghost within the life you lose.
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