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I'm on the verge of getting lost in the black hole of my mind.

I'm on the verge of getting lost in the black hole of my mind.



I'm on the verge of getting lost in the black hole of my mind. The place where all my thoughts converge and the darkness of my wounded soul threaten to suck me in. It's as unstoppable as the tides, as unchanging as time itself. A steady, pulsating nightmare that is both terrifyingly familiar and strangely predictable. Should I lose myself there I am almost certain to find things I may have lost. This is a tantalizing and yet sobering notion.

By Deborah Camper
The Genuine Article
dgenuinearticle.blogspot.com

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