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Everything is blissful in the light of day, But at night the demons starts to play. Every fear comes alive in the dark of night, When I am too worn and too tired to fight. *When every horrid memory comes crawling back... Distorted, amplified and in a full-on attack...*
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Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 8:43 PM UTC
Visions of Horror that Plague My Sleep
Everything is blissful in the light of day, But at night the demons starts to play. Every fear comes alive in the dark of night, When I am too worn and too tired to fight. *When every horrid memory comes crawling back... Distorted, amplified and in a full-on attack...*
kaitlin-floyd
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Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 8:43 PM UTC
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