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Whispers crawling in the dark, pulling at my mind, A shadowed presence deep inside, truths I can’t unwind. It feels like gravity, dragging me down, A thousand thoughts circling, I’m about to drown. Every word’s a dagger, carving through my skin, A fragile shell is breaking, from the war within. I try to fight the shadows, but they’ve already won, My soul a battleground, I’ve nowhere to run.