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The Demon I Call My Friend

They live within me, craving all the bad things. They want hate so I hate others. They want pain, so I hurt others to watch their tears. They want anger so I lash out. They want blood so I slit my wrists. They want perfection so I shove my fingers down my throat. They want my soul, and they have already consumed it.

In the sickest of all ways, I love my demons because a demon won't stab you in the back. It's stabbing will be obvious when it comes. You cannot destroy them, you can only rejoice in them, and not fall too deeply into the abyss.
Veronica4 Veronica4 18-21, F 1 Response May 31, 2011

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Your monster is exactly like mine...that was incredibly painful to read because i thought i was reading something out of my own journal. Best of luck, i think we both need it.