It has become so easy to fake my way through a day, or days. Nobody would know how unstable I really am underneath the façade. I am so far unraveled that if someone were to wipe a tear from my cheek, that would be the very end of me.
I'll keep running, I suppose, for now anyway. Try to stay a partial step in front of the demons that are working really hard to pull me down, then bury me.
The voices - a new symptom within the past couple of weeks -and the shadow - also new in the past couple of weeks - who walks up and stands behind my left shoulder. I hear his footsteps and feel his warmth, yet I am not afraid of either. I've heard music for years. Neither the voices nor the shadow talk to me. And I don't mind.
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