I hear the shotgun hit.
There's a love that just won't quit.
Beckoning through this shit.
I need something.
I devour my recourse.
There's a feeling of remorse.
Sent away on this horse.
I feel nothing.
I control my other half.
To this devil, he's just a calf.
Ride away under his laugh.
I'm here growing.
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Noah (
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Comments1
We all have our inner demons. Good write.
Thank you for taking the time to read it.
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