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Slowly, silently, it comes slinking in
That murky, dark mood has returned again. I'm not even sure that it ever really leaves I've never know any true sense of peace. Whispering quietly into my ear Telling me things I don't want to hear. It reminds me of how I used to be Increasing the pain I already feel. I want to turn a switch and shut it off I'm hoping and praying; God make them stop. My heart and soul can only take so much I'm fearing the day when they say: "Enough!
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