Saturday, February 28, 2015


It consumes-
From deep within.
It repeats your worst fears over and over again
It makes you believe the lies
It takes away all that makes you shine.
It's a volitle creature.
It takes the shape of the person in the mirror.
It makes you hate the person staring back.
From deep down in the treacherous hole
You sink further and further
Until all you have is
That will never subside.

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