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Jan 2018
I take a step towards the door to my memories
Then another and another
I'm past the threshold
When the door slams shut
The sound and force of it
reverberating through my body

I turn my head to the door
but there is only darkness
I grab the door ****
I try to twist it
It doesn't budge.
Again. Again. Again.
It doesn't move .
I push against the door.
I bang on it.
Hopefully someone will hear;
hopefully theyΒ will help.
I'm banging on the door
When my knuckles turn ******

Suddenly! A noise!
Like claws being sharpened on stone
A sinking feeling flows through me
as I'm faced with the blood red eyes of my biggest demon
Everyone has "demons" or things they're not proud of. Embarrassing things that you're always afraid someone will find out. The world has demons.. and so do I.
Written by
Kylie  13/F/Earth
(13/F/Earth)   
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