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DEMONS DEMONS I feel like I can hear them but they are not whispering. the screams are peircing my ears during the middle of the stone cold night. their faces are horrific but they have pretty smiles. theyre quite big, yet they walk for miles. I know they walk because im followed everywhere I go. I act like theyre not there and play pretend. the funny thing is I used to call these demons friends.
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May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
I can hear them
DEMONS DEMONS I feel like I can hear them but they are not whispering. the screams are peircing my ears during the middle of the stone cold night. their faces are horrific but they have pretty smiles. theyre quite big, yet they walk for miles. I know they walk because im followed everywhere I go. I act like theyre not there and play pretend. the funny thing is I used to call these demons friends.
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May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
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