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In a twisted playground's eerie, silent morn,
Where carousel dreams spin in shadows, forlorn,
Melancholy melodies weave through the air,
Singing tales of a soul ensnared in despair.
With cotton candy clouds that taste of dread,
And teardrop rains that stain the heart with red,
The mirror maze reflects a fractured mind,
Where peace is sought but never truly find.
Anxiety, the cruel puppeteer's string,
Tugs at the soul, a relentless, aching sting.
In the dim glow of a jack-o'-lantern's light,
Fears dance wildly in the throes of the night.
Yet amidst the chaos, a whisper soft and clear,
Sings of strength to conquer the looming fear.
For in this dark carnival of twisted fantasy,
Lies the power to break free, to finally see.
So let the music guide you through the pain,
Transforming tears into an empowering refrain.
For within the heart's deepest, darkest part,
Resides the melody to heal a tattered heart.