What we all fear in the end,
Is us not being able to keep on going.
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Monday.
December 30th, 2013.
17:37.
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There was this girl,
She used to walk down the street,
Brunette, tall, and fair minded,
The birds flew at the sound of her feet.
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Wearing a white dress,
The only one I got to see,
She only came out when I was in,
For she was nothing like me.
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They called her by my name,
Rose her to the sky,
While I recoiled in anger,
And lived a mighty lie.
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The trees began to dance with her,
To my house, she was led,
And after a few years, up till now,
I've been friends with the monster under my bed.
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Avantia.
YOU ARE READING
The Demons Inside
KorkuIt becomes hard to articulate even a sentence, when that particular choice of words will affect every single aspect of your life once they become part of it.
