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My Demons
My Demons
My demons I feel them creeping in
I can’t let them take over and win
The anger inside, the violence it craves
I hate when my body misbehaves
It’s all a blur, I just let go and everything crashes
I grab my fists, break down It all happens in flashes
I try so hard to control it but it’s built up pain
Then the trauma hits me all over again
I try not to be like them but its all the same
The yelling, and hate it’s such a shame
I tried so hard to not act like my parents
But being stuck with them in this lifestyle
It will never end until I get out, and witness
Life for what it should look like, beauty, and prosperity.
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Opal Mate
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