In quiet rooms with depressing walls,
Where silence speaks and teardrop falls,
I walk beside the shadowed pain,
Through storms of thought, through fire, through rain.
Eyes that flicker with stories untold,
Wounds not bleeding, yet centuries old.
But oh, the strength within that fight—
Each breath a battle, each step a light.
They teach me more than books have said,
Of courage born...
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