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In shadows deep, I sit alone, A tiny creature, flesh and bone, Wide-eyed, adrift in worlds unknown, Soft and still, but far from home. The darkness wraps around my frame, I wear it like a quiet name, Silent cries, but none to claim, A heart that burns without a flame. The world is big, I am so small, An endless climb, a heavy fall, I try to stand, but mostly crawl, Lost in thoughts that trap, enthrall. But here I stay, in muted dread, A cloak of black around my head, Yet somewhere hope, though nearly dead, Still flickers faint in all that's said.