When your thoughts are dark
When they attack
The one thing you crave
Is the light
For with it you can win
In it you can fight
Yet it comes back
Taunting you in the silence
Taunting you in the dark
For seven years I dreaded it
Flinched at it
Screamed from within
But here I am
Still fighting that fight
For to stop
Is to say that I am too weak
To control it; to control them
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