The cruelty of my thoughts never cease to discourage me,
For now I feel cold and alone.
Utter doom, utter destruction...
The inevitable surmise of a shadowed heart.
Within the deep crevices of the mind,
Doubt, contemplation, darkness,
Torture of one's self.
The vague, the feared, the misunderstood,
Ever wandering, ever seeking,
Unsure of what I'm deprived of,
The something that is unknown.
Here, I am, before you.
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