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You may have noticed that I write frequently about the ocean.
It's because it's so beautiful, yet I'm so terrified of it,
Like you.
I pray
that beings
learn to love beings
instead of things.
i share my body,
i share my mind,
i don't have privacy
from the person inside.

she's a demon,
a ***** to the core,
she forces bad thoughts
and a whole lot more.

it's a a constant struggle,
it's always a fight,
sometimes i wish she'd go
but mostly at night.

i don't want her inside,
i just want to be free,
i'm tired of her ruining everything,
i just want to be me.
i'm beginning to get scared of her.

— The End —