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a guest has made my heart its home
every moment feels like torment
I’m tortured in silence
entrapment, my daily struggle
darkness, a friend I've now made
silence is now my jailer
my heart disperses the serum
that keeps me bound
my guests grip on me
ever so profound
keeping me subdued
not a peep, not a sound
familiar faces all around
the one I seek never around
to smile again I’d love to know
the happiness I long to regrow
shrivels up
its growth halted by this cold
the laughter I knew, now never bold
it hides in empty rooms
sound proof passages
my hopes voice never reaching
my heart always aching
my guest everything breaking
