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Sep 2018
The devil isn't a man who lives in hell wearing horns of fire.
He's a man with a beautiful smile and words of confidence.
He plays these games deep within your mind.
He leaves you lying in the ruins battered, bruised.
With nothing but your own self pity to dwell on.
This devil I speak of is more than one man.
He lives on within many men; tearing apart innocent souls.
Beware of the man with a beautiful smile.
For he may to be the devil in his horrible disguise.
Brianna
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Brianna  21/F
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