Demons will say sorry
Anushri
I can feel something happening inside my mind, i can see myself hurt even if i was kind. I want someone to just look in my eyes, but not to close and deep because its dark inside. I want someone to understand and know whats going on inside my head, but can't risk anyone coz there are demons in there making sure the one who helps is dead. Only angels could fight, coz no one else have a right to go in my mind and hold on against the demons tight. I want to tell you angels that i support you not the demons, and together we can make the demons say sorry to all the reasons they made me worry.
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