The EndA Poem by Ana Dayclick.click.the world moves on
In the end is death
we cannot beat what is to come. I find myself face to face with my demons every night I close my eyes and there they appear bringing me shame and disgrace. Tell me, how one escapes their demons? because I really need too. They tear me apart piece by piece to where I cant even move I don't know what to do anymore. I'm falling apart, I'm in need of saving, save me please.
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