The chestnut demon is a real thing.
He has hair and eyes the color of chestnuts but his soul is the color of coal.
He's beautiful and refined.
Morbidly toxic
But has been a good friend to me.
He occupies my heart.
He takes up so much space, there's no room for anyone else.
He takes up all of my time.
I spend it all thinking about him, and what he did to mine.
I count away the hours thinking "I should've done this or I should've done that."
I know it's less to him than that.
I spend my time thinking, is he parasite or friend?
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'Nevermore Than A Few Words'
Poetry"Dear god, make me a bird so I can fly, far far away from here." Jenny Curran
