Darkness will always be…its own master…
As I walk in the lanes of truth escorted by demons of lies and fears.
The demonic love the taste of little girls.
I run from nothing and no one.
Demons are like obedient dogs; they come when they are called.
Only the weak invite their demons to live with them. Isn’t that right?
But maybe you carried your demons with you everywhere, the way you carried your shadow.
She was invisible. Forgettable. Forgotten.
Don’t mind him. Logan is what happens when kids don’t get hugged enough.
No need to fret, pretty one. I hoped to catch you alone here
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