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Insane

Nothing feels like the same.

Some days I just feel insane.

It’s not only me, I swear my inner demons are the ones to blame.

I defeated them a long time ago, but they always return calling out my name.

They always told me that I should be ashamed.

They play with every part of me like it’s a game.

They are the source of rage and I can’t refrain.

Because I had too many years filled with pain.

I had too many years feeling like nothing will ever be the same.

I don’t expect anyone to believe me, maybe the truth is I am insane.

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