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Jan 2016
I'll sabotage myself,
Still no better for mental health.
When demons hunt with stealth,
Pain to them like wealth.

You see sorrow is a currency,
According to heartless greed.
I'm being milked of some currently,
So inner demons does it feed.
Creepstar
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Creepstar  Pig Town
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