The Worst Kinds of Demons are Those Wearing Human Masks

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Black and blue,

Like bruises across the soul.

Showing where I've been,

And where I have to go.

Scrapes adorn my elbows, and scars mar my face,

From fighting my way out of Hell.

My demons kept me prisoner,

Locked in a cage of secrets I'll never tell.

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