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Mar 2019
5
It would be nice
If my demons loved me
the way I love them
If they curled up like cats
or ran to me like dogs
if the sang in they morning to wake me up
or howled at the moon signalling sleep
instead
they creep around the issues
afraid to accept
the love
I have
the understanding I've gained for them
or maybe its me
and even demons can't love me
doubt is the worst emotion we can have. It can bring about an ocean of questions and is hard to get out from under
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EmVidar  Lost
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   Em MacKenzie
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