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This thing inside of you is very real.

it's black, it's horrible, it wants out, It’s sending you out as a harbinger of pain and suffering.

Suffocating feelings of horror and death are like that hand that’s always been around your throat.

You haven't spoken for years.

I can't tell if you're even breathing anymore.

Shards of ripped apart flesh are everywhere.

In lakes of dried blood are mounds of your hair and nails.

Held hostage by your own mind, your psychosis is eating away at your ability to tell what is real.

A pile of soft flesh oozing spit.

Utterly useless, no good to anyone.

It's time for you to give up, it’s okay to let go.

I'm your friend, I will hold your hand.

This is the best day of your life.