Side EffectsA Poem by Quillwhen the past hunts you and the future doesn't seem bright
the chilling feeling
of these lingering residues of once conquered deviant ghoulish physical and emotional incommodious shades often return to admonish me that my thoughts of safety and paragon are nothing but mere illusions, are they really, just mere illusions, i often think to myself, well that's just what these fiends want me to think, i never exactly expected smooth sailing through life though, but i find that these abominable, dreadful, direful and horrendous side effects are the true illusions. © 2015 QuillAuthor's Note
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