The Devil's Grimoire

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Reality set in, I was with the 8th wonder; days are limited of happiness I confronted something inside; backed to a corner; which was sadness Have no room for it; but no control; when it comes to, this kind of madness I can only imagine how horrible it will be to live through this; hopelessness My will be strong, for no honor would be found in giving into this weakness Everyone has to learn to live without their best form of a lifetime's governess There's no twelve steps, past this afflictions kind of relentlessness But within my age, I will never be consumed by despair such as this For I have found and burned the devils grimoire; in no form does it deserve to exist

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Paige Hind

Date: 3/20/2024 3:48:00 PM

Hmmm...interesting thoughts. All the best in your jounrey-

Paige Hind
Date: 3/20/2024 5:13:00 PM

What a wise way to look at it. Where I am at, I just don't know anything, lol. Again, all the best- <3

Anonomus Scorpio
Date: 3/20/2024 4:24:00 PM

Admittedly prefaced in darkness, but the reality is it's about dealing with the pain of knowing you have something great that you can't hold on to forever. So for me this one's about turmoil and not letting it consume you. Respectfully A.S.