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Jul 2016
****** hands
Β Β Seated on a chair
Β Β knife in his hands
I am a monster of abuse Lurking in the hall
I am your pain that clouds every hard time
I am your shame that makes you to never feel
I am what humans call cold hearted demon
No one wanted me
No one to love I to feel  cold even to myself
I play with you like piano keys
It's fun to know me is it not?
Written by
Genisis Corbett
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