Subdued.

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You stand so tall,
You block the Sun,
From my eyes.
And I grow,
Without a Sun,
Throughout my life.

You take my trust,
And take my hand,
And push me into,
Dark ravines.

You're colossal,
Yet miniscule,
And you creep,
Into my dreams.

How do I get out,
Of this house of yours,
When you're also,
The house I live in ?

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