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In the darkness, every thought resonates intensely,
And suffering finds more space to manifest.
This suffering falls heavily on tired shoulders.
Open eyes dispel the sleep that seems comfortable.
The clock insists on recording the time that doesn't
pass,
Loneliness whispers truths that no one dares to admit.
Each sigh is a silent scream in the emptiness of the
heart.
Silence is deeper than any word.
However, when a delicate line of dawn traces the
horizon,
In varying shades of red and orange,
The pain, though still present, surrenders to the
emerging light.
Translated from Portuguese: October 6, 2025
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