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Dec 2015
You can't see them, but you hear them.
You can't speak to them, but they scream at you.
They make you do things, but you can't move.
They make you think things, but you can't see it.
There all around you, every day.
What are they?
Where do they come from?
Why'd they choose you?
Demons are the death of us.
Written by
Vicky Jean Kelly  Queensland
(Queensland)   
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