It hits me now more than it did ever
before
It hits me with almost no warning
Taking me by the head it slams me face
down into the
floor or ground whenever it wants to
I hate this beast
I fight it as hard as I can resisting
its hold on me
Sometimes I only fall to my knees
Sometimes
Most times it takes me to the ground
It twists my neck
It presses my face against the floor
Sometimes I wake up again with a
ringing in my ears
I hate this beast
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