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The clouds were rolling in, and I could smell the sweet dampness in the air. A storm was coming. The rain started slow and dainty as I was walking home, picking up its pace gradually. I began to run, the rain pounding the streets. I saw a flash and as I shrieked a tree burst into violent flame right beside me. The low growling of the thunder followed, driving me to run faster. The rain was getting colder and even some hail was hitting my forehead and drenched hair.
Stopping to catch my breath underneath someone's balcony, I watched the storm bring chaos to my neighborhood. Another flash landed only a few feet away, making the grass smoke and turn a crisp black. The rain quickly put it out, but I was already running. When the thunder started its growling rumble again, it felt like a wild animal was chasing me. I
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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