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[title] => Separation Anxiety
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[bodytext] => I find myself in a place of darkness where a dense fog slithers by on the serpentine scales of dreams long past. The ground mirrors of memories, with every step comes a new pain. I gather the shards of my heart six times broken...they grow smaller every time. And slivers go so deep leaving scars no one will ever see but I will always feel. Creatures lurk here, watching my every turn. I think they used to be my hopes and dreams tainted by the dark seed which I thought I quelled so long ago. Six years, six women. All this time thinking the seed was gone and yet it grew. It flourished of the pain and anger, all the anguish I had tried to hold back and became a cavernous jungle. Thoughts of the past, a thick humidity in the air causing the perspiration of deeper thoughts that dwell inside. I have no clue what lies ahead for me but I also don't have the strength to carry on. Where are those that first helped me out of the darkness? Long gone. Like so many other things. For now I will attempt to rest haunted by things I forgot existed only in my mind and will take to safe keeping deep within the recesses of my soul. No words, no thoughts, nothing filters out. Just a mass of ever growing shadows. I have been swallowed by the monster I created. And upon the ground I find a symbol of myself...a single wilting rose among the rain puddles. Please tell me, what happens now?
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