╔═════¦☾Shadows of Yesterday, Blossoming in Time's Embrace☾¦═════╗

In tears, a silent strength exists. Many consider it a buried flaw. Crying, often disregarded, but vital as air, a release, a remedy for the troubles we carry.

Perhaps it is a truth we all must accept. To weep when needed, to give ourselves grace.

And why does it appear that you bear this burden even more heavily?

The silence is filled with whispered woes. A call for help, but no words escape your lips. The weight of troubles, heavy like the night, like a conflict raged within your exhausted head.

Voices resound relentlessly in their battle. A clashing symphony, unnoticed by others. In this silent struggle, you stand alone. Yearning to be free, but tied by unseen bonds.

The wounds that exist deep within you appear to expand over time, much like roots that cannot be plucked from where they started. They persist, always marking the soil of your existence.