The Anthology
It happens, each and every time I run
It happens, each and every time I run. I go to a place. A place inside my mind. A place infested, with demons. Demons, that have been conceived here. Demons, that I have conjured. And with every failure, every defeat, every humiliation I have ever experienced, they multiply…
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