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Pages worn, words faded, ink and sorrow bleed, In this hollow sanctuary where my heart can't breathe.

Scars upon paper, scars in my mind, A captive of despair, to existence I'm blind.

I write of shadows that cling to my skin, The weight of emptiness deepens within. Each line, a confession, each page, a plea,

In the diary of the forsaken this silent

tragedy.

Beneath a sunless sky, where all colors decay, I linger in silence as the world slips away. In these empty lines, my solitude thrives, A prisoner of darkness, no light survives.

I write of shadows that cling to my skin, The weight of emptiness deepens within. Each line, a confession, each page, a plea, In the diary of the forsaken this silent tragedy.

Haunted by voices only silence hears, Drowned in a sea of forgotten tears. This life feels like death, with every breath drawn, A hollow man fading with each cursed dawn.

If these words are my legacy, my farewell sigh, Then let them be ashes where sorrow can lie. I close the diary, my soul left behind, A ghost in ink, forever confined.