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Caluminator
My enemy is myself; I sit upon a makeshift shelf
There’s no one else that I can blame
Except for the body attached to my name
Twenty-four hours spent in the day
I never get a chance to push the enemy away
We live together inside my soul
It lives inside a tiny hole
The hole it seems to grow at night
My enemy starts to give me fright
But as the music comes to play
My demons seem to hide away
I use my pen and start to write
Describing all my fearful sight
As blue starts to paint my cheek
My heart it starts to feel weak
The sun it slowly starts to rise
Saving my from my sure demise
