My Demons
Fates twisted souls before,
but not like mine.
You can see it, can't you?
Tell me, could I be your tragady?
This girl breeds hate in her veins,
I am cold, but I won't hurt you,
my demons are not misplaced.
Though I cannot control these devastations,
they are mine, and I am consumed by them.
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