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You think you've earned a moment of happiness- and then it's back. 
The skeletal hand that rests on your shoulder, the black cloud that envelops you and breaks you down into nothing. The weakness that wields the knife.
It never really left. You think you've earned a moment of happiness- and then it's back. The skeletal hand that rests on your shoulder, the black cloud that envelops you and breaks you down into nothing. The weakness that wields the knife. It never really left.
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