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As the pen scrawls feelings into words my temple is awoken by the touch of cold metal and the trigger’s fast click. My heart tells my hand what letters to form. The beautifully peaceful coexistence is over. Tension builds in my veins, I cannot hide from myself any longer. The demons are calling.
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Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 9:49 PM UTC
Demons Calling
As the pen scrawls feelings into words my temple is awoken by the touch of cold metal and the trigger’s fast click. My heart tells my hand what letters to form. The beautifully peaceful coexistence is over. Tension builds in my veins, I cannot hide from myself any longer. The demons are calling.
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Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 9:49 PM UTC
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