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Demons Don't Kill They Steal If I'm alive. Demons will bring you down to feel like a failure now. When there is strength in numbers. Demons create divisions between each other. Demons are there behind the scenes tooling our lives to find only the extreme truths and the harshest facts. Until the highs are met with lows until you can't get up, til you give up on making sense. Voices of negativity are all that is left, jokes at your expense. Seems silly to those telling it for a laugh, didn't think twice. We all got to have a gas. But they just might. And you might as well. That maybe demons don't kill they steal your joy. Or at least make that joy for you, cruel isn't cool. Vote for this poem |
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