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Dec 2014
I was chain smoking cigarettes
to try and **** the demons
before they arrived.
But every breath burned
for days afterwards
and the demons still came.
They grew in my damaged lungs
and crept into my broken heart.
They made their home
among all my jagged edges.
I can feel them in there,
eating my happiness before it can form,
slowly killing me.
Nicholas
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Nicholas
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