Somberness

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Standing tall in the face of a monster made of doubt.
I feel like retreating,
Going inward.
I do not want to face reality.
I’m restrained by my inability to do anything.
The black tongues of whisperers in my ear,
dragging me further down into a sorrowful state,
Somberness is my only chance of weathering this storm,
surviving what lies within my darkened soul.

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