Echoes

I speak,

they speak.

There are many of them,

more than me,

I am outnumbered.

When I stamp,

they stamp,

their temper is rising.

When I call,

they call,

gathering more and more.

When I curse them,

I am cursed,

my life shall fail.

I am outnumbered.

They are everywhere,

absolutely everywhere.

I am alone,

yet surrounded.

I am outnumbered.

What are they?

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