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Jan 2
The shallow laughter of devil's trance
Creeping calls of a malicious dance
There's other voices speaking in my crown
In self-slaughter sounds do I drown

Demons dwelling upon my slumber
My days are but numbered
I struggle to keep the lamp kindled
In time my efforts are to be swindled
Written by
Rakib  22/M/Worcester, Massachusetts
(22/M/Worcester, Massachusetts)   
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