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Mar 2019
This dark secret is hidden
In a box.
It's  shut tight
In a air tight vase.
The voices are squirming
They try to fight those ugly demons
Who try to destroy your very soul.
Stripping away at your self-esteem.
Leaving you feeling worthless
Not worthy of ever being trusted again.
Condemning you for life.
See nothing could get any worse
My battle is not against flesh.
But dark rulers of this world.
We need to stand up
And fight but with God's help we can see it through.
Rosalind Heather Alexander
Written by
Rosalind Heather Alexander  61/F/Edinburgh Scotland
(61/F/Edinburgh Scotland)   
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