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All those days and nights

when the nightmares gripped my brain in a vice,

their tentacles pulverising my senses,

running round and round like a rat on a wheel

always going nowhere recognizing nothing

in a crowd , but all alone.

The torture, medicated to the max.

What changed that?

Patience and love,

belief in the joy germ within my heart

and you.

You gave me hope

and a point to life.

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