This isn't the first time I've wrestled this demon. He and I are old friends, I suppose. He's as much of a friend as I have left these days anyhow, and he likes it that way. We always tease, he and I, and he always casts his love for me into the ring. We go back and forth with our japes and jibes like an intimate foreplay.
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Dark, descriptive and I love the build-up in this!
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Thanks so much for reading and commenting!
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This line, this... They are the undead created by despair and I am one of them.
If depression could be distilled to one sentence, this is it. (IMHO) Thank you for this piece. I devoured it and now am hungry for more of your words! Hugs and peace~~~D
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