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Demons, go.

I want to run away to a brighter day. I want to see myself be okay. I want to live a care-free life. I want to slit my wrists with a kitchen knife. I need to feel like I can breathe. I need to know no one wants to leave. I need to feel the night fade to light. I need to see my red blood, burn bright. I have to know that you will not forget. I have to be able to pay my debt. I have to be the spark in your fire. I have to bleed so you don't think me a liar. There are many things in this world that have me fold in on myself; that have me, on the floor, curled. And the only way out, that I know is, into the world, let them bleed; let my demons go.
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