Demons
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Complete Sat, Feb 25, 2017<5 mins
At first, there was Depression.
Her eyes are enchantingly hollow, drawing you to her, to her endless negativity. Like a lover, she holds your hand, slowly pulling you away from people. Your friends, your family, and eventually, yourself. With every step she smiles, promising that it is you against the world, that they don't love you. That in fact, they never did. She wraps her arms around your waist, making you her captive, making herself you and you - merely a shadow.
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