It's the dark, I drown in it
Cuts itch; a pain I'm familiar with
When will this stop, when can I be free?
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THE DARK: Inside the Dissociative Mind
Poetry𝔞 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔱 𝔰𝔭𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡. 𝔞𝔡𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔢. • 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: could be triggering for some readers.
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It's the dark, I drown in it
Cuts itch; a pain I'm familiar with
When will this stop, when can I be free?
