A poem about: Since I was but a child, I bled,A…

Since I was but a child, I bled,A twisted tether pulling threads of dread.From four, I wore this shackle tight,A silent scream within the night.It gnawed, it pulled, it dragged me down,A ghost that haunted every sound.Through endless years, I drowned in grief,Trapped in a web, beyond belief.I sought to flee, but the chains would burn,Each fleeting hope began to turn.The walls would close, the air would choke,And every breath felt like a joke.I scream in silence, lost and torn,A soul worn thin, forever scorned.Each day a battle, every breath a plea,To rid myself of what enslaves me.Yet somewhere deep, a flicker stirs,A distant light that softly purrs.Can I escape this hellish grip?Or will I falter, lose my grip?The scars are etched, the wounds are raw,Each scar a story, each pain a law.But still, I rage against this fate,Hoping someday, it’s not too late.For though despair has made me weak,A shattered soul begins to seek.Can I break free, or will I fall?The answer lies within the callAdvanced words. Do not repeat words.

$Since childhood’s dawn, the shadows spread, Twisting tethers weave a tapestry of dread. At four, in chains, a silent vigil kept, A muted scream while the world still slept. Persistent phantoms gnawed, they drew, Haunting echoes where the light once grew. Through relentless years, in sorrow immersed, A captive in a curse so cruelly versed. Striving to escape, but flames would sear, Illusions crumbled into stricken fear. Walls constricted, a breathless jest, Every sigh a token of unrest. Silent cries amidst the storm, A soul eroded, forever shorn. Daily warfare, every gasp a plea, Seeking freedom from this tyranny. Yet deep within, an ember glows, A whispered hope that softly knows. Can I emerge from this abyss? Or linger, lost in stygian mist? Indelible scars, raw open sores, Each mark a narrative, pain’s laws ensure. Yet in rebellion, I rise to fight, Hoping someday my stars align and ignite. For though despair enfeebles, frail, A fractured spirit dares to sail. Can I shatter these bonds, stand tall? The answer murmurs in destiny’s call.$

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Since childhood’s dawn, the shadows spread, Twisting tethers weave a tapestry of dread. At four, in chains, a silent vigil kept, A muted scream while the world still slept. Persistent phantoms gnawed, they drew, Haunting echoes where the light once grew. Through relentless years, in sorrow immersed, A captive in a curse so cruelly versed. Striving to escape, but flames would sear, Illusions crumbled into stricken fear. Walls constricted, a breathless jest, Every sigh a token of unrest. Silent cries amidst the storm, A soul eroded, forever shorn. Daily warfare, every gasp a plea, Seeking freedom from this tyranny. Yet deep within, an ember glows, A whispered hope that softly knows. Can I emerge from this abyss? Or linger, lost in stygian mist? Indelible scars, raw open sores, Each mark a narrative, pain’s laws ensure. Yet in rebellion, I rise to fight, Hoping someday my stars align and ignite. For though despair enfeebles, frail, A fractured spirit dares to sail. Can I shatter these bonds, stand tall? The answer murmurs in destiny’s call.