Behind closed doors

Behind closed doors, the whispers grow loud. Silent confessions float without sound. Shadows lean in, stretching long in the gloom, as time folds itself in the smallest of rooms.

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A candle’s faint glow flickers on the wall, tracing the shapes of a story’s slow fall. Hands that once held now tremble with space, Eyes speak the truths the lips won’t embrace.

The air is a tide of what’s left unsaid, A sea of the living that feels like the dead. Each heartbeat is caught in the echo’s soft snare, yearning for freedom, but chained to the chair.

Yet beyond that barrier of wood and of key, A dawn waits to scatter the dark patiently. Behind closed doors, the world still turns, and in silence, a quiet courage burns.

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