The night becomes darker with every second that passes by. I'm left alone at night to fight my demon, which is me. I carry a blade directed for me, the blade that I use to cut myself with. I am the demon, the monster under my bed, who I fear.
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Author:
Gqam (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 27th, 2023 00:13
- Category: Sad
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I should put the blade down, and leave that demon under the bed then.
Yes, heal but heal properly.
But you are not alone... I sense you are also a knight in shining armor who can slay the monster. This chilling piece is beautifully, brutally human. You do have a gift for expressing that.
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