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Jul 2018
All my demons coming to play.
One tells me to slit my throat-
The other tells me to pray.

One tells me to bleed.
The other tells me 'sweet dreams'.
I cannot trust one or the other-
Maybe even both.
But I cannot escape them.
One sits on my bed.
The other is inside my head.
I'm not psychotic or even hallucinating,
just hiding from my demons.
Destiny C
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Destiny C  23/F/California
(23/F/California)   
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     Meera, Blake and Keith Wilson
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