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May 2018
There's a demon that answers to my name.
She laughs at how I tie my hair up.
She laughs at what I see in the mirror.
She reminds me of the mistakes made.
She reminds me of the things I'll never be.
She never let's me be laugh or be happy.
When I cry she laughs louder.
How do you **** the demon she is lives inside of me?.
Written by
stephanie burrows  F
(F)   
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     Cné, ---, Lazhar Bouazzi and julie
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