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Dec 2014
i hear him calling me
the devils working hard
wherever i roam
he is never too far
he sits on my shoulder
whispering in my ear
letting anxiety run wild
letting me live my fears
i tell him to leave me
ill be happy without him
he tells me he won't return
but he lets out a grin
Written by
Tom t  New Jersey
(New Jersey)   
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