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Black pools of sorrow devour me when I'm not looking —it comes in unexpected times— when I left my mind too long in the light—then the darkness comes—slowly, hungrily— until it swallows me whole and won't let me up until I've given it free control over my life
Dark voices of regret crowd my dreams when I'm not duly attentive —when I let my mind wander into roads not taken—they come —quickly, and often in hordes— until they're all my thoughts and won't let me go unless I believe them and become who they told me to be
When the night comes I can't run because no matter what I do it will always overtake me
