Demon

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"She wakes up sullen with voices in her head.
These voices whisper, 'You're better off dead.'
She takes a razor and slides it on her skin.
She's losing. Letting these voices win.
She looks up, with her eyes pitch black.
Life- for she will never go back.
Her hair glows in the pitch of black.
Absent light brings a certain spark.
She goes down stairs, looking at all.
All of those who make her feel small.
'Mom. Dad. life isn't just a game,
There's so much more than fortune and fame.'
Everyone looks at her taking out a gun.
She won't live to be seeing the morning sun.
She looks around at everyone.
Wishing life never had begun.
A gun to her head. With a fatal blow through her mind.
The demon was glad he finished what he was assigned."
~Unknown

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