Monsters

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I can feel them,
Clawing at my heart,
The dark tendrils of
Sorrow,
Depression,
Loneliness,
Suicide...
One by one,
My heart gives way.
Little by little,
I start to feel nothing.
Day by day, I start to lose myself
In the Dark....

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