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to live is to dream to die is to awaken my life was nothing more, then surely mistaken the monsters and demons that stay inside of my head don't won't to leave because they have a nice comfortable bed they sing and dance as they chant their spells cursing me with sorrows, regrets, leaving me in hell my thoughts towards the world is now just filled with scum leaving me to drink and drown on pain and rum I dream of dreams but end up with nightmares now I go to sleep saying nothing but prayers I miss my old self, the person who I once was, the dirty old homeless who slept in a broken down bus the evil is so strong, it's to late to runaway like my monsters and demons I might as well stay.
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rare-and-rad
Published
Sep 23, 2014
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#world#bed#demons#demon#runaway#nightmare#monster#scum#monsters#prayers
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