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Jan 2016
Everything is blissful in the light of day,
But at night the demons starts to play.
Every fear comes alive in the dark of night,
When I am too worn and too tired to fight.

*When every horrid memory comes crawling back...
Distorted, amplified and in a full-on attack...
Kaitlin Floyd
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Kaitlin Floyd
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