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demons

They come and go but never for too long they feed on the broken pieces of my poor soul They enter through the scars that once were unzipped with a blade oh my poor soul they push against the flow of the unstoppable current of blood finding their way to my poor soul They come and go every now and then feeding on my everlasting oh so poor soul
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