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Dec 2014
I just sit in my room,
Thinking of those darker nights.


Two voices talk to me;
one is the saver and angelic,
other is the demon.


Monsters and demons play inside my head,
requesting to hurt myself all the time.


There is only one thing repeating;
Just hurt yourself already,
so much that you will walk away from everyone.
First time attempting this poem.
Golden Girl
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Golden Girl  Mars Planet
(Mars Planet)   
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