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A Riddle I am the guest who never knocks, Yet somehow I am always let in. I sit beside you in crowded rooms, But make you feel completely alone within. I speak without a single word, And shout the loudest in your mind. I blur the colors of your world, Until joy is hard to find. I can come dressed as silent tears, Or hide behind a fragile smile. I stretch your nights unbearably long, And make each day feel like a mile. I visit hearts both young and old, No door or soul I cannot find. I linger longer when unspoken, But soften when you are kind. I am not seen, yet deeply felt, A shadow where the light once stayed. But here’s my secret, quiet and true: I fade when I am named, not delayed. What am I?