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I met him again. The dark shadow of my life. He is relentless. I must say, he has lots of patience. The funny thing is sometimes you can walk right through him. And he never seems to notice. Maybe he is just a shadow. The shadow of ancient fears. Stalking me.

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Anonymous said…
Are you talking about depression?
1:56 PM
Pradeep VM said…
Thanks Rain. For the comment. I have been to your blog, the Rian Storms one. I liked what I read. And what I saw. You have a good one going. I hope your asthma and allergies aren't too bad now.
6:34 PM
Anonymous said…
Thank you for the compliment. You seem like a very intense person. I asked that question because I suffer from depression and know the pain of loneliness. However, if you knew me, you wouldn't think that way about me. I put on a good mask.
9:27 AM
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