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Oct 2012
Wednesday, September 5

The less I believe in him
The more I strengthen him

The more I believe he exists,
he mocks me with his laughter

he lurks deep within
he rules my very actions

I attempt to weaken him
Smaller he becomes

But he just awaits
for his time
to prove
that he
exists

He is
Satan
Written by
Caroline
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