Chained to doubt.

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I'm tangled in the weight of fear,
A fog rolls in, so thick, unclear,
Each thought a chain, each step a snare,
I'm bound by whispers in the air.

The path ahead, I used to know,
But doubt has wound its thread so slow.
It winds around, a silent shroud,
Until I bow beneath its cloud.

I grasp for hope, but hands can't hold,
The shadowed truths that doubt has told.
Each link, a fear, each knot, a lie—
I pull, but can’t undo the tie.

And though I yearn to breathe, break free,
This doubt has wrapped its chains in me.
Yet still, beneath the heavy strain,
I search for strength to snap the chain.
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