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Demons

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Every morning, throughout the year,I hear demons in my head shouting loud around my ear;Lacing me with antagonism,Drowning me into deep-rooted negativism.I feel trapped in their grip,As they keep pushing me to darkest corners like an abandoned ship.I lie on my bed unwanted and unheard,My mind is half asleep and my eyes are blurred.They made a way through me for reasons unknown,It seemed easy to make them one of my own.Eyes half asleep, I see a gleam of light,All I know is to fight with all my might.Exhausted as I manage to chain the monster within me,Not afraid of the roars, I’ll make them bend down their knees.This fight was mine, though the battle is to be won..

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