When you’re just a ball of hurt
Of pain
Nothingness is a welcome state
No matter how high you fly
You carry with you
The added weight
Of locked down sorrow
Conscious always
That the Black Fog
Will rise again
And engulf the sunshine
These happy states
Fleeting
Temporary
Before your brain defaults
To black despair
Descent Rising 
All too accurate 😩
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