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I feel I'm trapped in this hell you call life,
struggle through days just to fear the night,
alone in the dark my thoughts start to wonder,
I feel my demons starting to pull me under,
There is no escape they own my soul,
I made a deal with the devil at 9 years old,
To get me through an abusive childhood,
Dad was a jerk beat us every chance he could,
We visited the shelter damn near ever week,
I think that's the reason I cannot sleep,
Cause they're coming to collect what I owe,
No point in running cause there's nowhere to go,
There's no escaping the piper he's coming to collect,
So I'll see you all later I need to settle my debt.
~DM2~
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