DEMONS
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It is a short poem named 'demons' which I think every teenager will relate to. We all have are own demons which we sometimes feel shouldn't be there and we keep fighting them and keep judging ourselves for the way we are and that eventually leads to self doubt and then self-hatered which is a bad thing. So this poem is about how our demons our nothing different from us infact they are us and we can become completely happy by just accepting them for once.
The word Demons here actually refers to our flaws,our opinions on something, our judgment,our decisions which are probably a part of us.So I think everyone should read it once
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This poem is totally my creation so please don't copy or steal it by any means
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But I do not take any credit for the pictures used in this poem for cover or pictures inside they are taken from Google (they are not my creation)
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