There is something in the cosmic air that is haunting me. The winter has just begun and already I feel it clawing at my self, my being, my soul. Each day I am taken hostage by my misery. It will not let me go, it will not set me free. The dark cloud that looms above me is ready to let go just as i am. I can smell the rain. I can almost taste it.
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