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Demons


She stood on the bridge

In scilence and fear

For the demons of darkness

Had driven her here

 

They cut her heart

right out of her chest

Making her believe

That the demons knew best

 

They were always there

Sometimes just out of sight

Waiting in the background

Till the time was right

 

These demons were destructive

Knocking down the life she knew

Hating everthing about her

She hated herself too

 

These demons can't be seen

But they're far from fariytales

They life inside your mind

Their evilness preveils

 

So on the bridge she stood 

About to end the fight

Then she stopped and thought

I'll fight them one more night

 

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