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A Riddle I come without knocking, yet I’m loud in your chest, I speak of tomorrow while stealing your rest. I whisper “what if” till your courage feels small, and turn even strong hearts into shadows that fall. I’m not a place you can see or can touch, yet I make simple moments feel like too much. I race through your thoughts like a storm with no rain Tell me, what am I that tightens your brain?

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