The demons, they keep a constant vigil. Their pointy heads
and glaring eyes, stare at my face…beckoning.
Just one wrong move…
One pointless
and needless move...and I am dirt. Ready to be stomped on
Again…
And again…
And though I keep on, with head held high, a smile on my
face, inside I am shredded…
So much so that I am ill, weak and cry myself to sleep, for
days on end.
I am in need of
solace.
I am singled out, tormented at best. These evil creatures
who torture my will to no end have not met their fate, for in time, I will win out. I will be the victor and I will have…peace.
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