It always sneaked up behind me like a black cat to its prey. And of course there was so much I could do to win the fight, I never survived. ******* my soul leaving its spirit of vulnerability furiousness because of you, you YOU. Similar to a parasite. And I’d do anything to get rid of it even if it meant – helping the host. It was painful and hurtful and achy and punishing. So I fixed it. Cleansed it Treated it But over and over again, was it too much? No? So I treated it again OOPS That’s too much!