The Demon
There is a demon that haunts me.
A demon I can't see.
At times it won't let me breath.
And it will never, never leave.
It forces me to do things.
I try to think by other means.
It will never let me go.
It survives from what I know.
To scared to face this creature.
For it shares a familiar feature.
The demon controls me.
This is what you all see.
The demon is me.
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