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I let my demons creep in again,
late night tossing and turning.
I remembered I killed them few nights before.
But they keep coming back to haunt me more.
Tonight, I allowed them to creep in my room.
Looking down at me as big as the full moon.
They wrapped me in,
choked me out.
There are nights they become the
most powerful things I have ever seen.
Some nights that got me thinking, my demons will always win.
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A Depressed Poet
PoesíaPoems that can relate to your cries in the corner. I'll be your friend in those sleepless nights. "And now, depression, you creep in when I'm all alone, Found everywhere in the notes of my phone." -a.a
