My very own personal trolls are coming for me. I can feel thier breath against the skin of my neck, making it stand on end. I can hear their sickening laughter at my despair. They are cornering me. I feel their claws reaching for me, ripping at me from all sides. Those devils, those demons are invisible. Their attacks are cowardly and deceptive. But oh so effective. Tearing the flesh from me from my heart. I am falling into the pit again. So deep this time. So very deep. I am at the point of my strength giving out. Please help me. Someone, Reach out your hand and help me back out...I fear I cannot do it myself this time. Michele.
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