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𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘯𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.

The walls seems to close in upon him.
The eyes that once had hope seems to be still now.
He's still with it,
The darkness that spreads across his mind or the visions that has been haunting him for a time now.
There is something about him that he's scared to let out.
Scared from the stare he would get once they all know what he's been hiding.
Fear,
Fear of losing everything and everyone
has made it's home deep down within him.
The drowsy look on his face is drooping with time.
He wants somnolence.
But will he ever get it?

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