"A Force to be Reckoned With"

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My demons beg me,

"Let me In.." they whisper.

They crawl up my spine,

"Look at the home we have made.." they whisper.


They beg for me to open up slits on my tiny little wrists,

but I scream back for the first time,

and then I am a force to be reckoned with.

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