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Een vertaalprobleem melden
Pain creeps in with every faltering blink
A blade that slides beneath my weary lids,
Carving silent trails across my arms.
Tears rise, a chokehold on my breath,
Reaching out through shadows, calling,
Only to hear the hollow echo,
A voice that fades before it’s heard.
Wearing my wounds upon my skin,
I stand exposed, yet turned away
Rejected for the mere act of being,
Fighting hard, yet dragged to knees again.
I rise like lives respawned in endless games,
But healing dwindles, potions spent
Stripped bare, no buffs, no armor left,
Trapped in cycles, the same refrain repeats.
Too broken to play this round again,
I clutch the last breath,
Unsure if I can bear the next dawn.