You are the devil,
the devil inside me.
You hate, what I hate about me.
That makes me insecure,
and you stronger.
Your strenght is my weakness,
and my weakness is your hunger for more.
Only I become weaker.
I can't give you anything anymore.
Your hunger grows.
But I'm already death.
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PoetryI write poems. Every feeling I felt is written down. I love to write poems. It gives me a good feeling. Written with much love. Maybe you feel the same as when I wrote these poems.
