The shadows never fade,
always lurking in the depths.
Surrounding,
closing in.
Suffocating from the inside out.
Releasing the voices cackling underneath.
Trapped in utter darkness
no light can penetrate.
It's always eerily quiet.
Constantly fighting silently with itself.
Bottling everything inside.
The charade falling apart slowly.
Lips stitched shut.
Welcome
to my personal hell.
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