Sanctuary [Poetry]

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I guess it's inevitable that I have grown terribly apart from everyone - from this too small of a house - and my soul has already learned what detachment is.

I've already replaced my childhood skin with fragile ones; a type of outer cover where it can barely hide the scars but ironically can't be just seen unless you take a closer look.

My heart is not mechanical, nor a stone - it's just that it already learned how to trick the mind from the pain. That if you just close your eyes and play pretend it doesn't hurt, then it won't. The exaggerated beats were just that - beats, nothing more and nothing less.

I've learned how the demons were all me. Different voices, different tones, different whispers - but it's all just me. I've learned how to cooperate with everyone of it, as if they're all separates souls residing into one body, discovering that to tame the voices is to be swallowed by the whispers, and it will all tone down.

I fed myself...from myself.

I've seen the future - I saw myself; yet I didn't see myself.