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Sometimes it feels like drowning.
I see the wind. It contorts the branches outside. It plays tricks with my eyes. Monsters, demons, boogiemen, and ghosts. Await with pleasure to deliver my corpse. I shiver, fret, and stare with great doom. For the wind weaves great tales And visions that abuse.