Ominous

She went to chase the storm.The murky waters of mood disorder

Closer it called

Come to me. Come find me.

So she approached. Slowly at first and then more quickly. Exhilerated.

It wasn’t long before the storm engulfed her.

Surrounding, beating, pulsating, bleary, engulfing.

Take me, she said.

Gladly it answered.

Blackness surrounded her and she was happy.

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