The Black Dog.

Suddenly, as if it were injected into me, a thick black veil falls over me; I feel the black dog walking behind me. The black dog, the inescapable feeling that lingers in the recesses of my mind; the ever present feeling that follows me through life. Deeply rooted in the past, in my sadness and disappointments… I feel it walking close behind me. I yearn for the day that the black dog no longer follows me, I yearn for the day that darkness no longer exists in my life. I empathise, I feel for those who suffer; I feel for those who suffer everyday, for this is a fate I would wish on no person. To be entangled in the complex web of suffering, of anger and of pain is nothing short of hell. I no longer suffer in this way. I suffer differently now, I suffer subtly. Subtle like an off-white coat of paint… you can tell that these walls are not pristine, but they’re good enough.

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