You think its funny don't you? That I have little slices running down my arm and the word HATE cut into my leg? Well you're disgusting. I can't take you living inside me any more.. I haven't ate, slept, nothing. Because of you.
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Letters To The Unknown
Non-FictionThis contains letters I myself have written to the demon that lives inside of me. Enjoy.
Dear ???
You think its funny don't you? That I have little slices running down my arm and the word HATE cut into my leg? Well you're disgusting. I can't take you living inside me any more.. I haven't ate, slept, nothing. Because of you.