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Jul 2012
Clawing. Scraping. Scratching. Hurting
The monsters inside of me,
Trying to get free.
Clutching. Crawling. Grinding. Burning.
These demons in my mind,
I fear I may go blind.
Stabbing. Twisting. Gouging. Breaking.
These evils of my soul,
Hurt more than you can know.
Pinching. Biting. Screeching. Screaming.
These beasts of vile thought,
Oh, how long I have fought.
Killing. Gnawing. Tearing. Ripping.
These monsters inside of me,
May finally be free
Written by
Sterling Sakach
885
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