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Nikki Mar 2021
My demons and I
We go way back
When I was utterly alone
They were there
To criticise me
To torture me
To feed my insecurities
And my worst impulses

But they also protected me
Consoled and soothed me
And accepted me at my worst

For most of my life
They were my only companion
And they stuck with me
When things got tough

That is why it is hard
To leave them behind
And make room
For a new chapter in my life
For a chance at something better
june ivy Aug 2020
I'm sick of the nausea
Tired of the insomnia
Any second I could freak out again
Panting, screaming, apologizing, weeping
I'm scared of myself more than anything else
Manic attacks of sudden ******* panic
I care too much or I don't care enough
I beg my angels to let me give up

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