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My Demons


Don’t come any further

Or I’ll kill her

I’ll jam it in fast and hard

Haha, it’ll leave more than a scar

I am the voice that isn’t real, but has great ideas

I’ll keep her down

And not make a sound

I am the darkness you can’t see

Always destroying your dreams

Never seen, always felt

The fire waiting

for you to melt.

 
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