jbone

This is how I felt yesterday. Thank God it didn't last.


I feel as though I'm being uncontrollably drawn into a dark corridor.
I don't want to enter but I cannot stop.
It is inevitable.
I must enter.
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There is no light at the other end.
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The only comfort is no comfort: that I have been down this corridor many, many times before.
The question why is irrelevant.
Things are as they are.