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Dec 2015
There's a demon in my home and its lashing out every chance it gets, not at others but simply me, it leaves scratches across my chest deepest were my heart is. It wants to rip it out it doesn't want me to have my heart but when it comes down to it I don't either. There would be just to much pain if I got rid of it and lost all the love I had inside of it and what's left of my sanity. This demon never sleeps it tempts me with pills that make me forget who I am and what I am. It constantly trys to **** me and yet when I act and should have died im still here no longer fighting to Live but just living it seems if I no longer have the choice between life and death and am forced to continue to live and fight this demon. But with all that said and done I forgot to mention this demon I speak of.. Is really me
Tije Nez
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Tije Nez  Arizona
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