its a cloud
some call it doubt
some call it fear
i call it 9
it creeps up
there's a binding
a scraping inside the walls
in the same manner as hunger
but its not joy
and its not peace
its lingering and fleeting
all the same
its empty
its full
its smiles
its tears
heaven
hell
but only here
its a dream
but its too real
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