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Personal Piece- Contains upsetting material - Darkness returning
I can't hear the thoughts very clear,
But I can still sense them,
Whispering in the darkest corners of my mind.
They fool me into thinking they're not coming back,
Fool me into believing that the darkness is disappearing..
I should know better, but I don't.
And just when I think I can't feel them any more
They cackle and say:
"Did you miss us, old friend?
Foolish child, did you think we had gone and left you for good?"
And so I panic and find comfort the only way I can and the only way I know-
Watching my blood slowly trickle down my skin,
feeling the sharp relief of pain.
And the vicious cycle of shame begins again
And I sink deeper into the tumorous darkness that poisons my mind.
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