You need to read it. So please don't skip.
We all hide our own demons behind our skin. And so do I.
Writing is an escape for those walking beasts, a way for them to be unleashed, to be left out and to make me feel perhaps a bit lighter.
This isn't a story, nor a poetry anthology.
These are the whispers that whirl in my ears, the cries bleeding out of my heart. You are free to drink them, for better or for the worse.
I hope your day goes better. Try giving yourself more love if you will :)
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The Demon's Diary
RandomShe played with the pen in her hands, She stole the skeletons from her closet And buried them Deep into the depth of this paper. . . Her monsters, The demons which ones raged inside the chambers of her heart.
