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It begins gradually, and you think you can manage it. All alone, you’re left with just you.

They’re all gone managing the day, but you cannot get your life moving.

Night turned day. Again and again.

Till you begin to feed it.

Space so big, becomes like a rat hole.

Pace up, pace down.

Sit up, sit down.

Lie, stand, sleep.

T.V, food.

Then it begins to affect your memory Because you cannot remembU me

Then you feed on yourself. Since being your own companion is the best.

Eat up your skin and your soul.

Life after all has nothing to offer.


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