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you haven't seen my demons, they're far too hidden in the simplicity of things.

they're the food scraps i decide against, even when only water's burned these lips; they're those earrings i wore to prom last year when reality struck in, my only date dancing in my head; they're the whisperings at night while lying in bed (you think you didn't deserve that? you don't know that, don't you remember when you were five years old...); they're the plastic rings that slid across thin fingers in mockery; they're the lines crying against my arms beneath the sweater she tells me, is my favorite; they're the forgotten taste of memories from seven years ago you desire to go back and relive; they're the shattering silence of loneliness, when i know i'm not okay; they're the music my soul confesses to, while you are too blind and naive to listen.

you haven't seen my demons, they're not too hard to find.