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Jun 2014
Deep inside,
down in the dark,
they stir.
As if to say,
you can't see us but,
we're here.
You know they are,
but you try to ignore.
The stirring,
the nagging in your mind.
Deep inside,
down in the dark,
they hide.
The demons of my past,
really of my present,                                          
because they're still there,
stirring, nagging,
desperate to escape.
But I keep them locked up tight,
down in the dark,
deep inside.
Keyla Benea Ryness
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Keyla Benea Ryness  California
     ---, Mehar Bawa, ---, Lb, joel hansen and 3 others
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