The ghost of a feeling.
Like a bottomless pit.
It consumes. It gnaws.
I'm too weak to fight it anymore.
Why now?
Why did you have to choose to do this now?
When I'm tittering on the brink of a depression.
I'm giving up.
I'm going to give up and sink.
Maybe then I'll be able to climb back up and feel euphoria again.
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