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Apr 2014
Where does the devil hide
Is he the monster in the blind spot of our eye
Is he the one in the shadows under the bed
Is he the one that scatters when we turn our heads
Is he the half heard voice calling your name
Or the half seen figure outside your window pane

I've seen him though
I've seen the places he hides
He is in the tears of the young girls' eye
Being coaxed out by the insults screaming in her mind
He is in that small voice
Making us question if we are enough
And then coming to the conclusion that we're not
He is the whisper of doubt
When we search for someone to save us
Making us ask if we're even worth being saved
He is the notches in that young boys wrist
In the bruises that line his face
He is in the comfort
That keeps our legs from running
To reclaim the lost
In the insecurities
That lock our jaw
And arrests the words of salvation from our tongues
I have seen where the devil hides
He is right in front of your eyes
Ryan Galloway
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Ryan Galloway
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   ekh, --- and kaleigh michelle
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