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  • I feel like something has broken. Cracked.
    A synapse has got twisted.
    A neurotransmitter has blown a fuse.
    An endorphin has fizzled out.

    I find myself seeking the darkness again
    Wanting to find comfort in the darkness where I cannot be seen.
    Broken.
    Cracked.
    Faulty.

    Evidence lies all around me of my incompleteness if I look for it.
    Which I do.
    But which also comes at me uninvited.
    Like a bitter whip.

    It may be my medication making me melt under the weight of Me.
    If I looked on the internet, I would find it causes Depression. Weight gain.
    Cancer.
    I choose not to look. I am fragile.

    I am finding it hard to see through the fog today.
    Yesterday was brighter and tomorrow will be too.

    But for today, Hello old friend, Black Dog. You have come back to see me again and you want to play.
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