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Aug 2015
On that day all I wanted to do was to protect them.
I wanted to crush those who threatened them.
But I didn't.
The fear that I couldn't control my demon was too much.
The true threat wasn't the people who threatened them.
The true threat was the demon inside, which I can't control.
This demon has a name but no physical form.
It's name is anger.
Gearsofgizmo
Written by
Gearsofgizmo  Hampshire
(Hampshire)   
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   --- and Nicole Dawn
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