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Thoughts of today are wild, borderline insane.

Feelings of yesterday have diminished and continue to fade.

Plans for tomorrow will yield any visions of prior liking.

The winds bring change and a god given fucking sigh of relief.

Up ahead I see colors of purple and teal, maybe even yellow…

But in this moment, I see blood, red.

The dread of such a haunting presence, lurking, hovering, towering…heavy like a dark cloud, forces me into fear and doubt.

I must get out.

March 2015.

Before leaving toxicity.