Why am I my own worst emeny?
Why do I dream of things I can not possess?
What attacks are these?
These thoughts are oppressing, they are silented by my voice.
These words that won't be uttered, yet grow louder than they seem.
It's not that they aren't truth, but more that they are not welcomed.
Not right among us, not ready for them to be loose.
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