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Thursday, 4 September 2025

 


Birth of Tragedy

Silent night descends,
whispers weave through shadowed trances;
hope meets its downfall.

A fragile me breaks,
laughter dances with despair;
fate's cruel, hidden hand.

Stars fade in silence,
every joy bears quiet pain;
birth of tragedy!





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