In the quiet chambers where memories dwell,
Hurt resides, a story only time can tell.
Silent echoes of a pain that lingers,
In the tapestry of time, where hurt still lingers.
A canvas painted with shades of sorrow,
Each brushstroke etching a bleak tomorrow.
Yet, within the fractures, strength takes root,
A resilient spirit, an unwavering pursuit.
Scars are verses, a silent poetry,
Whispers of battles fought, a symphony.
In the heart's gallery, hurt may start,
But it crafts a masterpiece, a resilient heart.
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Author:
Dev parth (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sad
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chat gpt said
tapestry of times
sad masterpiece
So true, I can relate
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