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Mar 2014
I’ve seen the beast within, he only comes out after a few drinks and sin. I’ve heard stories and met him face to face, but wasn’t aware that he showed up in such a beautiful disgrace. A beautiful man with a mouth of fire, and eyes of ice, capable of setting a town ablaze all the while freezing their hearts. I’m no lamb, but my devils learned to talk a walk so long ago. Your issues are not mine, and I will not carry them as my own. But while the crowd is looking to lynch you, I’m looking to make you a home. Let out your demons, make them feel at peace. Trust me, it can all be so much easier than this. There can be peace, and your demons can live in a place without the muddy weight of hate bringing you down. And I want to say I’m sorry for the things that have happened to you, you’re so much better than the evil that resides in the poison that fills your veins. You’re so much better than the hate filled fire spewed from your mouth every time someone presses too ******* your skin and into your space. You can be so much more than the vacant void in those quiet eyes every time someone tells you that you are the world. Come make a home, and let your demons loose. They told me that they’re tired of being pent up, and would like to have a chat with you…
February 2014
Sarah
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Sarah  Florida
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