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The music plays away the demons in my head.
The demons with the stolen voices of angels.
Or maybe I'm the demon?
Twisting the voices of angels to sounds like demons.
Am I in heaven or hell?
Or am I in both?

Wrong.

They're the same thing.

Yin and yang...
The heaven in hell
And the hell in heaven
The fear of falling
And the fondness of fantasizing
Writing myself through a breakdown.  These words have given me peace for the night.
3:26 AM

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