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How do you explain to somebody who can't listen? I was just drowning in a pool of sadness that wasn't in your back garden. And whilst you're concentrating on expanding I'm only forced to shrink. Do you know what it feels like to shrink? My mind has malformed, distorted and mutilated from my body. I am no longer, but a figure. An unnatural abomination that threatened your existence. I am unadulterated; reverberating, creating noises through your bones that no man would choose to face. My demon is me for I am hatred and I stick around in your blood to convince you that I never left.
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Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 8:10 PM UTC
my demon is me
How do you explain to somebody who can't listen? I was just drowning in a pool of sadness that wasn't in your back garden. And whilst you're concentrating on expanding I'm only forced to shrink. Do you know what it feels like to shrink? My mind has malformed, distorted and mutilated from my body. I am no longer, but a figure. An unnatural abomination that threatened your existence. I am unadulterated; reverberating, creating noises through your bones that no man would choose to face. My demon is me for I am hatred and I stick around in your blood to convince you that I never left.
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Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 8:10 PM UTC
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