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I cry for you with the emotion

Of a remorseful prisoner,

I cry for you because the heart

Could not be heard.

It remained in silence,

Seated on the defendant's bench,

Where the weight of guilt and pain

Echoed in murmurs and veils.

The prisoner laments his sentence,

Not for the lost freedom,

But for the voice that never found

The way to be understood.

And so, silence echoes,

Like a severe and profound punishment,

While the heart, imprisoned,

Chokes under the weight of the world.

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