long gone,
yet i'm still here.
grasping at,
everything i hold dear.
my heart,
my soul,
my mind,
my shadows.
all my darknesses,
that i still think matter.
then again,
perhaps it's all leaving.
see i'm long since dead,
just... breathing.
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Words to My Demons | Poetry ✔️
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