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My thoughts are lonely, dark and deep. They take on forms, they seep and creep.They stare at me, they hiss and sneer,Their fangs fed by doomscrolls and fear.I can't stand them, they won't spare me.A door swells up, nowhere to flee.They’ve stormed the gates, they've barged in now.I want it to stop, but I don't know how.They grin as they close, the air turns vile.Noxious fumes, as they drip their bi...