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racheljazzmyne
Australian
he was a boy of 17, sad, alone, but alive. and he had problems, issues, scars, and monsters in his head. and these monsters tried consuming him, devouring him, and taking him, taking him to the other side. but no matter how many, cuts, scars, tears... he was a boy of 17, sad, alone, but alive.
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Feb 27, 2013
Feb 27, 2013 at 6:38 AM UTC
Alive
Some people are afraid of murderers Lurking in the dead of the night Waiting to attack But I'm not afraid of evil Because the devil is already inside of me Killing me slowly from within
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Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 4:43 AM UTC
Slowly From Within