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Apr 2015
The demons come from within, she said.
The voices, all of them, the ones inside your head.
They come when you are at your lowest, most unable to fight,
And they'll continue to torment you, into the depths of the night.
"You'll do it to yourself" she warned,
"You'll think yourself to death".
Well maybe death is the only peace.
From demons inside my head.
My second poem
Written by
Amari D  London
(London)   
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     --- and Shylah S
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