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In times of distress, what is your cure?
When everything's gone, are you still sure?
Or are these demons sitting around,
the only company you have found?

You close your eyes and hear them shout
Calling out your flaws, and then you'd doubt
Are you more than what they have declared?
Leaving you would make them cold and bared

So they sleep with you in the night
Whispering, snickering, playing with your light
They crawl up your spine and bury their claws deep
under your skin and those scars would be yours to keep

Now listen to me, are you content?
With them eating you up and leaving you spent?
With them pushing you around
until your soul could never be found?

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