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What do you do if you can’t even control your own body?

 

I’m suffering.

In my own body.

It’s mechanisms, working, moving by itself.

It is a futile effort to stop it, to control it,

for when it begins,

it will never stop.

 

Only a will of iron,

or a heart that doesn’t tire,

can save me.

 

But I did it before,

stopping,

controlling,

but my body overcame my willpower,

and I fell back into that treacherous hole,

that I had once climbed out of.

 

It is lonely in here,

with no one to talk to,

not a soul to hear,

but only shadows that I fear,

creeping slowly towards me.

 

I’m afraid,

that every moment I spent in here,

is a moment closer,

to me,

being consumed by it,

consumed by my body,

that has a mind of its own.

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