Category : Poems

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We're posses with angels and  demons, one got a grip that keeps us sleeping and dreaming, sleep walking  through life on a constant  scheming trick in to chase what where dreaming, ignoring the angel screaming slightly aware of nothing being real nothing  matters & reality  sinks  in, feeling  like your demons  is right  falling back state drean, but do you really  wanna die as a demon forever dreaming?