Demon

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He broke my youth
With his touch
His name

With icy fingertips he froze my innocence
His laugh cuts like razor blades
Death follows his voice

He stole my soul and damned it

He took everything except my skin
I can clean and claw at it it'll still be stained
I am tainted in his greed

<3 idk it's just some old aggression <3

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