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GhostOfTheEmptyGrave

Published: Jul 20, 2014

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Another self
Another monster
Another voice
In my head
A gift from Heaven
A curse from Hell
Destroying my being
From the inside
And leaving nothing behind

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EvilScarrlett

Oct 10, 2014

I like it! very broad but relate-able. sorry so late, been backed up in deviations to look at (over 1100)

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