Don’t Like

Don’t Like It grows. It is out there. It is in there. Whatever it is (I have no real name for it) eats away at my entire soul. There is nothing I can do about it, nothing to make me forget it exists. Uncertainty. Dependence. Having to answer questions I don’t want to answer. These are prisons with big thick bars.

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