how this thing

how this unseen thing follows me
every waking second and into the night
darkening all already dark
how this thing pulls and pushes
each thought
draining reason from me
how this thing has shaped and torn and shattered
its cruel fingers never softening their hold
how I want this thing gone
cut out and destroyed
how I long for release
from this thing

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