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Unburried roots It's my own mind that I fear.
As it makes up stories.
Ones that make me unworthy..
Choosing not love, like I used to do.
It's the demon who moves
inside my mind and through my soul.
He's out of control.
Messing with my head.
I feel like I'm being bled.
He's feeling like being fed.
And I keep shoveling food
for fools into his mouth.
So he can spout his lies
and make me cry and deny...
my worth.
demon awesome
demon awesome
He's a little fucker head. I
He's a little fucker head. I wish he'd just leave me be. It's just, I'm down to my last 20 bucks and it will be weeks before I see a paycheck. I need to be fed. But the demon gets food instead. Fear has climbed into my bed. And I don't want to starve to death.
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The 20$ yah has iz counterfeit........
The 20$ yah has iz counterfeit........ so... no brekfist, no lynch... no cigarettes
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Well, shoooooot! Good thing
Well, shoooooot! Good thing they didn't notice when I traded it for foods! Haha!! Now I have $0. But will have breakfast AND lunch! Yaya!
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