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It starts slow,

An uneasy feeling,

Enough to send my mind reeling,

Emanating from within,

Creeping up my spine,

Spreading like branches on a tall oak tree,

Until it fills every crevice,

I’m scared,

The darkness of the room is no longer comforting for my restless mind,

It is a box that has me trapped and I can longer pretend I don’t mind,

I'm scared,

I feel lost and I want to go home,

But I have none and never did,

So, what is this place I seek to not be alone,

And how do I get rid of hope,

I’m empty,

Sweet relief floods over me and the voices rise steadily.