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Friday, July 10, 2009

Coward

My old companion is back. Dark, brooding, forever sincere and relentless, like god.
You hold my life in your hands and play with it. No quarter given.
Dear friend, darkest depression. You visit uninvited and you take control.
I am tired. Sick and tired of fighting you. I accept defeat. Call me a coward, but I cannot fight any more.

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