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Selfdoubts

For some time,
numb was how I'd describe it.
Screams, insults and whispers..
They have found a space in my heart to sit.
Certain aspects I can't remember.
But the words spread like fire.
How they burn my soul to embers..
I shout them out to another..
But somehow returned to sender.
Thoughts became feelings,
These feelings won't change.
And when dreams became reality..
Things got rather strange.