Neuronchaser. Every Scar A Testament

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A tapestry of echoes, stitched in threads of gold,
Every tear and laughter, a story to be told.
In whispers of the twilight, shadows softly blend,
Each fragment of the past flows like rivers without end.

Though the night may cradle sorrow, and the stars seem far away,
In the silence, there's a promise, of a brighter break of day.
With every lost moment woven, in the fabric of our dreams,
From the ashes, hope is rising, like the sun on silver streams. 

Beneath the weight of heartache, our spirits search for light,
In the labyrinth of shadows, we awaken through the night.
Every scar a testament, each memory a guide,
In the garden of our longing, blooms the strength we hold inside. 

Though the night may cradle sorrow, and the stars seem far away,
In the silence, there's a promise, of a brighter break of day.
With every lost moment woven, in the fabric of our dreams,
From the ashes, hope is rising, like the sun on silver streams. 

So let the winds of fate remind us, every thread can find its way,
In the canvas of tomorrow, we will paint a brand new day.
Hold tight to dreams forgotten, let them flourish, let them grow,
For within this broken tapestry, lies a beauty we will show. 

Though the night may cradle sorrow, and the stars seem far away,
In the silence, there's a promise, of a brighter break of day.
With every lost moment woven, in the fabric of our dreams,
From the ashes, hope is rising, like the sun on silver streams. 

In whispers of the twilight, shadows softly blend,
As the tapestry of life unfolds, our hearts will learn to mend.