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February 26, 2019
By Anonymous

There's a demon living in my head

But she answers to my nsme.

She tells me stories late at night,

That are messing with my brain.

When I look in the mirror,

She laughs at what i wear,

The freckles sprinkled on my face,

And the way I tie my hair,

Do the people sitting on the bus

fight these kinds of demons too?

The kind that will make you dought yourself

And tell you what to do,

Maybe thats why they never talk

Because they are screaming in their head,

Why would you hate 

someone else,

When you can hate yourself instead?



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