I wake up with the dark cloak enveloping me. I thought I had shed you. I claw my skin, I scold you with hot water, but you remain. I stare at myself in the mirror. And I see you, while the others may not. Now I know that I will never be rid of you. You only sleep. You wait.
In my dream I was climbing. Digging my fingers into the cold earth and pulling myself up. I'm practically naked and my skin is hardened by the bitter cold. My hands covered in black filth. If only I could stand, I would have some traction. But I grab and pulled my way up through the dark night. I roll onto my back and look into the sky. There is a wave of color off in the horizon, and I imaging that is my goal. I stop along the way and marvel at a tree that still has it's leaves. I have discovered the only living thing in this dark damp wasteland. It gives me hope, and I continue to climb.
Suddenly, I realize that I have made it to the top. But when I look down over the edge I don't see anything. Whatever I expected to find here is gone. And it's been replaced with a dark empty void. And the battle to get here was in vain. There is no anger. No fear. There is only disappointment and sadness. And you are still there. Clutching my heart.
And now I am awake.
And I remember everything.
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