Shadows

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When my shadow speaks

More for me than I do myself

And I can hear our separate voices in my head

Everytime I think

I know that it's happening again

I'm fighting the pull

I'm fighting the darkness

Without knowing it

When I don't sleep

But I sleep more than ever

And nothing gets done

But so does everything

I know that the grey is closing in

And the darkness is returning

When writing and a blade to the wrist and thighs

Seem my only escape

When only the music is keeping me alive

And the thought that maybe a single person cares is holding me up

I know the darkness is back

And it's taken over again

And when the darkness fades to bright white

And everything is too loud and bright and just too much

Then I know my dear old friend depression is back

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