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And so you wrote and created. Wrote some more and curated. All this to make the black dog go away.

You sat in the dark on most nights.

Tonight, the only source of light is the black lamp you had, set up at the corner of your house.

Tonight’s the night you wanted to feel like that “body” because you haven't been feeling like that somebody. Or somebody to be honest.

You tried masking it all but it’s come to get what you owe it. And this time, it’s eating away at the little that you have left. Up to your neck with this feeling, life is trying to wear you thin but you good!you’re Okay!


That’s what I thought.



The voices in my head have become family

The welts on my wrists will tell you that I’ve had a lot of things on my mind

The dark circles under my eyes will tell you that I have not been sleeping enough

Insomnia is my best friend

I keep hoping for a sign

Something that will quiet my spirit, calm my nerves, kill the voices in my head but I think it will take time

I hate the sound my phone makes when someone is trying to “Check up on me”

My thoughts have shifted to a new level of consciousness

I have been tiptoeing on this wire. I am losing balance

I am not strong like you

As I fall, hope it’s a soft landing (or maybe not)

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I am sitting on the other side.
You don’t see me. I have a feeling you can feel me trying to reach out to you,
This place is lonely,
This place is cold,
I hear them calling my name from time to time,
I never know how to answer but I’ve been told in the end, I have to answer to their call,
I sometimes feel them on my skin trying to pull me in. I am always trying to pull back,
The ghosts have become family,
They are all I have,
I wish I would shake them off. They’re everything I’ve got.

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