This voice comes scurrying in like a fat plague rat when I least expect it. I'm armed with a barbed baseball bat and ready to strike. My mental health will not succumb to buboes; inflamed, painful thoughts pushing against my skull. Your infestation will not reach my positivity, locked deep within the crevasses of my brain. A great fire has arisen and scorches the areas of disease. Burn, burn it all away. Destroy the negativity running like sewage through the streets of my mind. Engulf the despair and chase out the black death of depression killing my soul.
Burn it all. Glowing orange I burst with joy, embers of my happiness landing on the wet ground. Plumes of smoke curl delicately skyward. I swing my weapon towards the besetment; their red eyes wide as I strike. Goring the plague, I leave scorched footprints in my wake. From the ashes sprout flame-red lilies, fragrant shoots colouring the grey land. I burn onwards.
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