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Depression
Where the demons took control,
Following strict patrol,
A good girl steps up to the plate,
Fighting in an injured state.
She fought bravely for so long,
She fought the enemies in the wrong.
In the end the demons ran.
She fell and cried in the sand.
The demons run, but count the cost.
The battle is won but the child is lost.
Published 3rd Sep 2013
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