That feeling in the pit of your stomach...worry...guilt. Why doesn't it go away when I sleep, when I lay or when I laugh. It gets worse. Really worse. If your reading this my  feelings have escaped out onto the page again. They may be sweet and calm but deep down when you look into the metaphors and wording you will find a dark hole that you will never climb out of no matter how hard you claw at the walls closing in on you. You finger tips will turn bloody and you oxygen will be scarce...
You have been warned. 
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- Life is tough my darling but so are you -
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