weep not, you tender soul
hands groping for the door
along tight edges of this dark
fear not, you tender soul
locked into a cell, made of steel
strangled by the noose of loneliness
scream not, you tender soul
these walls do not hear
but echo your own emptiness
hear this out, you tender soul
your struggle, encapsulated in time
was made, not to get out
but to get in
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