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Feb 2022
Doubts and fears control me
Like termites

They eat away at my heartwood
Unseen

The bark of my soul
Pristine

Outwardly fine
No visible scars
They're all inside me

An oak I stand
Belying the frailty of my soul
Structurally unsound

Ready to fall
At a single word
Found this in my drafts from 2020
Darison Strange
Written by
Darison Strange  31/M/Dallas, TX
(31/M/Dallas, TX)   
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   SUDHANSHU KUMAR
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