Anywhere but here

My demons whisper in my ear when it turns midnight, they remind me of the things I lack and all the pain I’ve ever caused

I stay awake with the red horned figments of my imagination, we speak of the way I’ll never amount to what I can be as long as I let them live

Every night the same conversation
Every night I never learn

I’ve drowned,

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