A pink hand held up with fingers curling, as if it is trying to grab something in front. Their nails are neon green.

When the night comes

Sometimes I think I’m all better,

And then the nights come.

At least when I’m busy,

I can drown these voices.

But when I’m just laying,

Silent in the dark,

The voices circle me,

Hunting like a shark.

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