For six summers, I was trapped - in my own mind
All the beauty was lost, for my eyes were blind
Life and sorrow, It was all intertwined

For six summers, I lived the bitter haze
My heart was cold, and my mind ablaze
I searched for the flowers in a burning maze

For six summers, I weaved a tapestry of scars
Macabre of my life, adorned with the stars
sweet melancholy bloomed in my broken heart

In the end, I learned to sing through screams,
and danced in the boulevard of broken dreams...

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