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Nov 2017
With the curtains closed, the demon lurks behind me.
I can feel its heavy breathing, separating the air to reach my neck.
My hands tremble, sweat dripping down my cheek.
Or maybe a tear? It's hard to tell when your mind is elsewhere.
I focus on the shadowy figure lurking behind me,
I feel as though it's getting closer and closer with every second.
I hold my ground until my legs begin to cave,
I lurch myself forward and draw the curtains.
I turn around quickly, but there's nothing there.
If you focus on a bad thought or feeling, it only grows stronger. You start to feel worse. But if you forget it, and let it go, you realise that it was all in your head.
Jordan Ray
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Jordan Ray  24/M/Wales
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