if i could meet myself when the demons started whispering in my ear,
i would tell myself that they’d been there all along
and that i am strong
that i have been walking through hell since the day i was born
that my bones are made of iron
and my veins are filled with lava
i had been walking through hell and giving it a run for its money
and those demons can’t have me anymore
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 8:56 AM UTC
if i could meet myself when the demons started whispering in my ear,
i would tell myself that they’d been there all along
and that i am strong
that i have been walking through hell since the day i was born
that my bones are made of iron
and my veins are filled with lava
i had been walking through hell and giving it a run for its money
and those demons can’t have me anymore
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