Behind the Curtain

You are drenched in the sickly sweet laughter of your friends and family,
but you find yourself breathless with the mahogany melancholy
that hovers over your shoulder at every turn, beating its
tiny wings against unforgiving air, reminding you
how much easier it would be
to give up.

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