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A demon lurks behind me, waiting for my vulnerable period, So that he could swallow me up, swallow me up and make me his. The demon looks friendly. But is it? The demon looks charming. But is it? The demon says, "It's okay." But is it? I am believing it day by day, Thinking it's fine. But as I wait to be the darkest, the devil says, "I am his." My devil and demon fight every day, And I don't want any one of them to win. If they do, I won't be able to turn back. Turn back to myself, to my life, to my happiness, to my memories. And I will be lost, lost forever....
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Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 10:23 AM UTC
DEMON AND DEVIL..
A demon lurks behind me, waiting for my vulnerable period, So that he could swallow me up, swallow me up and make me his. The demon looks friendly. But is it? The demon looks charming. But is it? The demon says, "It's okay." But is it? I am believing it day by day, Thinking it's fine. But as I wait to be the darkest, the devil says, "I am his." My devil and demon fight every day, And I don't want any one of them to win. If they do, I won't be able to turn back. Turn back to myself, to my life, to my happiness, to my memories. And I will be lost, lost forever....
It is for those who are struggling to hold the line, to maintain that fragile neutrality, and to resist the powerful forces—internal and external—that urge you to break. If you recognize the shadow, the charm, or the deadly temptation of surrender in these lines, know that the fight to hold onto your true self is one of the most courageous acts of all. You are not alone in the effort to stay unbroken.
Sela
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Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 10:23 AM UTC
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