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Out of Control


Do you know what it’s like

to not be in control of your own mind?

Well, I do and it’s like hell.

Not just any hell, though.

The type of hell that sends demons back

to guide your self-torturing mind

into the coldest and darkest parts of itself.

It’s a never-ending fractured fairytale

written by the devil himself.

Soon enough life walked out on me.

My mind started rotting and contorting until

I wasn’t even sure it was there anymore.

That’s where the devil ended my story;

I was so far from the light that

I couldn’t possibly be alive.

I was already dead.

I became a body

 

that no longer carried potential energy.

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