This overwhelming sadness; crawling up and down my spine. I feel it enter me and fill my lungs: I’m drowning. You conniving suffocator, you lure me in it every time. And I always think this time I’ll be alright. This time I’ll make it. And then you tickle me to the ground. Now I’m on my bed and helpless and I can’t cry for help – there’s no sound. I feel tears running down my face – you are happy – as you continue – now dancing – on my spine.

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