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It's dark inside. It's where my demons hide.” Ha! If only it were as easy as demons, darling! Demons at least are predictable. But no. Inside is where my hydra lives With too many heads to count. And each time I cut off one Two more grown. They all want something different. They never agree, The voices in my head. They scream at me and never stop. The only thing that keeps me from going insane-- Well, there isn't anything. Guess that's why I'm like this.
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Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 3:02 PM UTC
Inside
It's dark inside. It's where my demons hide.” Ha! If only it were as easy as demons, darling! Demons at least are predictable. But no. Inside is where my hydra lives With too many heads to count. And each time I cut off one Two more grown. They all want something different. They never agree, The voices in my head. They scream at me and never stop. The only thing that keeps me from going insane-- Well, there isn't anything. Guess that's why I'm like this.
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Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 3:02 PM UTC
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