I don't want to go back.

I know this feeling.

It's all too familar.

This burning, numbing, aching feeling is back.

It has replaced the love with hate and hurt,

and it leaves my insides twisted and burnt.

I'm sinking into the darkness,

drowning as I go.

It seems to last forever.

Why is death so slow?

I hate this feeling.

It's the devils attack.


I don't want to go back.

The End

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