by Stephanie
Fits of apocalyptic rage at the world around me. Bouts of intense soul-depleting sadness and paramount confusion in my silence. So fleeting are the few moments of precious joy that keep my finger off the trigger That they barely seem to exist at all. The emotions that come without warning Consume my heart, mind, body, and soul with a gripping ferocious fear That I feel that without release, I am possessed by the nameless madness.
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