Happiness, #depression, and Start of a Recovery A hand, of those of a soft angel, carressed my heart, I felt every once turn to gold. It was almost a spark, It was like a magical hold. I followed its order and command, Even at the expense of my #life. Now the small sparks did not feel right, Almost like a stab with a knife. The punctures littered my insides, The scarpes, cuts, and wounds throbbed. I felt nothing inside me, Like my complete self was robbed. I am now a shell of nothing, A thing that has no meaning. The only one to gain satifaction was that demon, I now need to push over my boundries and start gleaning.
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