She beats herself up a lot – she's always done this, but I've been seeing it a lot recently. Because of this, this is why I'm here. Why I came out from the shadows, for the first time in six years.
I've always been in the depths of her mind, even when she doesn't know it. I'm the snide remark, the doubting of other's bullshit, the quick reaction to violence.
I'm the demon on her shoulder.
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Poetry Book 4
Poetryhello again! another poetry book - number four, to be exact. if you've been here a while, you know the drill: there's no order to this thing, and after 100 poems or writing pieces, there's gonna be a new book. about the cover: it was a Thursday at S...
