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My mind is always running when I'm conscious. 
If I stop thinking they poison. 
Blankness a weapon used to destroy. 
Have been ruled for over 6 years by demons. 
Blurred reality, and substance abuse. 
Coping with my sin has taken my everything. 
Ideas put into action that only hurt. 
Knowing the part that is gold is my reasoning. 
When I realize what is happening I cry. 
I want to move on and forget my pain. 
Not really easy when they do the things they do. 
Maybe I'll stand at the end and be sane.