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Coming undone

Here's the part
The part where I know the worst has yet to come
This is the slow and climbing part.
The world wind...the hurricane....the typhoon
It's yet to peak or even take form
Just wait
It's going to snatch me up
Before I have even the slightest millisecond to brace anything
I'm just waiting.
Shut out and shut off.
No friends
Nobody.
I'm being broken....
By my own hand
By my own doing
This is the decline
The beginning of the end
Unraveling
Spiraling down a slow and yet very certain path of darkness
Unable to grasp even the thought of light
This is the undoing of me.


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Coming undone