Gray

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Sometimes.  I can't feel. Everything goes gray. There is no light. Yet there is no darkness. Gray. Slowly. I try to claw out of the gray. I normally don't like where it leads me. It's normally to the dark. She's the only one who can bring me back to a light. Every touch sends light into my heart. Every word makes everything a little better. But. Sometimes it doesnt. And that's when the fresh blood drips. Stumbling over words. The walls caving in. Sleeves lengthen. Untill it gets better. The process repeats.

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