It’s something that we unwillingly take on, yet knowingly feel it begin. It changes you, to a person you are not, to something you don’t want to be, your own fear.
It something that’s uncontrollable, yet easily contained within. It sickens you, makes you think things you do not want, to do things you do not want, your alter ego.
It’s a feeling not easily diminished, yet gained rather quickly. It consumes you, in every inch of your body, to every depth of your mind, your soul.
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