As I’m intending to keep it cool, he rushes into the soul. But I’m still dead, though with his joyful spirit the abysm becomes more than a bearable place to be, my soul, refuses to give in. Quite aware that it might slip through my veins and get to my heart, I’d still risk it all.
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Sweet little demon, that’s me. I have to remind myself that I have everything figured out, that I already passed through this, and I am in fact a feather being taken away by the wind. Nothing new, the demon, now the person whose demons have possessed is confident that there is no better company than that of hers. She’s always known it. But just like lies, the truth has to be studied so you don’t forget about it when you’re telling it. The person needs to know that they all rank way down below, that in the end, the intensity will feel like a dream, one of those you don’t remember well and question if it really happened at all. All that matters is the hunt. Not everything is real, actually, most of it is false, they are like thin layers of an invisible fabric covering us from it.
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What I thought was blurry secrets are now faded truths. Closer to the real truth than before but not there quite yet. What I see now is a coat, a fuzzy warm coat which its darkness is present to be a shelter from the sun, the fuzziness gives it charm and empathy and believe me that’s all that we demons need. Those are expensive, not in monetary value but the real value, soul valuable. Demons are lucky when they find one but usually is the coat who finds the demon. I’m telling you those are not cheap, especially the black ones. Those have potential but that potential has the risk to make it disappear. That coat, I mean this coat, gives the vibe of being a black coat if you know what I mean. I will cherish that coat, he’s also a demon. I want to be that demon’s coat hopefully I’ll be a black coat too.
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Sweet little demon, that’s me. I have to remind myself that I have everything figured out, that I already passed through this, and I am in fact a feather being taken away by the wind. Nothing new, the demon, now the person whose demons have possessed is confident that there is no better company than that of hers. She’s always known it. But just like lies, the truth has to be studied so you don’t forget about it when you’re telling it. The person needs to know that they all rank way down below, that in the end, the intensity will feel like a dream, one of those you don’t remember well and question if it really happened at all. All that matters is the hunt. Not everything is real, actually, most of it is false, they are like thin layers of an invisible fabric covering us from it.
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What I thought was blurry secrets are now faded truths. Closer to the real truth than before but not there quite yet. What I see now is a coat, a fuzzy warm coat which its darkness is present to be a shelter from the sun, the fuzziness gives it charm and empathy and believe me that’s all that we demons need. Those are expensive, not in monetary value but the real value, soul valuable. Demons are lucky when they find one but usually is the coat who finds the demon. I’m telling you those are not cheap, especially the black ones. Those have potential but that potential has the risk to make it disappear. That coat, I mean this coat, gives the vibe of being a black coat if you know what I mean. I will cherish that coat, he’s also a demon. I want to be that demon’s coat hopefully I’ll be a black coat too.
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