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May 2019
paranoia
seeping through the scars in my arms
and into my b o n e s
second guessing myself as I stare into the dark abyss around me
waiting
for the demon to step into the light after haunting me for so long
whiplash
as I turn around to meet the presence in a cold stare
except there isn't anybody there
Written by
Emily
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