The demons control me,
I can't get them out.
They give me advice,
On what life is about.
They tell me to bleed,
To suffer and starve.
"Take the blade to your skin,
Go ahead, carve."
These demons are wining,
My life is a mess.
I'm drowning in a ocean,
Of pain in my chest.
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Is your joke still funny? (Book 1)
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