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spent some time alone,

now my demons and I get along.


Cant you see?

They came about and rescued me.


They like what they've done.

The war isn't yet won.


They no longer favor you,

Because they once trusted you,

and what they got in return,

 seemed to be another sliver,

of my heart to burn.


Once its gone,

It wont be long,

and we'll be one.

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