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The Hell I'll overcome


The devil taps my shoulder His deep appreciation has a rippling sensation Chaos erupts in my nervous system The most bone chilling burn of a casual touch Though his hand is no longer there the weight remains Crippling me with defeat Freezing me in fear Mentally he is near Physically he isn't here Eventhough he continues this daily His impact is having less and less effect me
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