Inner demons.
They generate all my anger.
All my hate.
My self loathing.
They're the source of my being.
Evil.
Dangerous.
Horrible.
I'm their slave.
The product in all its glory.
Fighting remains useless.
I'm starting to believe their whispers.
I've given up.
Given in.
Accepted the ugly I am.
Can't fake the truth forever.
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Forever Free
Short StoryThe shadows never fade, always lurking in the depths. Surrounding, closing in. Suffocating from the inside out. Releasing the voices cackling underneath. Trapped in utter darkness no light can penetrate. It's always eerily quiet. Constantly...
