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A black haze rapidly engulfs my thoughts like a flash fire; a flashback to a depression I thought had vanished once upon a time ago. I can feel the angst burn my writhing tongue; silence dwells on me now, and I'm mute. But it's alright. It's not like I had anything important to say anyway. It's not like I ever had an opinion that ever really mattered. I can feel these old scars ache again, sore and pulsing. My god, what has reawakened this self-destructive patten within me? What has happened to that peace I found? I swore I would never let it go ... and yet I have allowed it to escape me. I have never felt such self-disgust.