Silent assassin, disguised in innocence, crept in and took its place. A friendly acquaintance, familiar, yet strange, disarmed its welcoming host. Seemingly small requests broached casually, received, but not appeased. Demands grow steadily, compulsion, like oxygen. Initially, a pleasant surprise, now, a driving task-master. Was today good enough? It is never enough. Each day, a little less, less of me, less peace. Then the tides turn, a rallying cry rings out, calling for eviction. Enough! HE is enough! Without a second glance, the assassin rushes to flee, defeated by the reality that Grace is more than enough, and Grace dwells in me.
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