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scattered, phony demons.

I'm right on the edge, above a bottomless pit.
Compelled to confess that I'm far from content.

Alive but I'm broken, my pieces are scattered.
These words go unspoken like none of it mattered.

A stranger to doubt, this fear is so foreign.
A happiness drought, But the darkness is pouring.

No wonder I'm lonely, and one of the reasons,
is I feel like a phony for taming my demons.
Rubiksmind91
Written by Rubiksmind91 (Courtney emm)
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When it reigns, it pours.
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