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I'll tell you what happens when I walk away,
and the days go by, time grows old.
I give no sign of life, I seem like an echo,
but in my silence, there's a cry without an owner.
It's a war that's waged in my chest,
dark battles where the soul sighs.
Every dark corner of my mind is a field,
and my thoughts, like soldiers, in the open.
The hours crawl like wandering shadows,
facing demons, distant secrets.
Outside life goes on, oblivious to the torment,
while in here I'm suffocated by feeling.
The days are arrows that pierce my calm,
each dawn brings the burden of the soul.
Peace is a crumbling dream,
And in the struggle within, my hope is intoned.
If one day I return, it will be with new air,
I'll be a shining beacon, leaving fear behind.
I ask for your patience, for it is in this war,
where I find the strength that my being contains.