Sometimes I can keep it at arm’s length. Like a ghost, it follows me everywhere, a grey cloud that fills me. Sometimes I let it overtake me, and I wallow in it. It feels so good, good familiar. The dread takes me, haunts me, and a I gasp and sigh. I need it so badly.
Well, it’s haunting me now. I have to let it take me for awhile. If I don’t, it gets to be too much.
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