Devils blood
It feels all I try to do is tearing me apart.i try to be good .But I was born bad ,The devil comes to me to show me .no matter in my life .darkness .pain. anger and fear.
I'm not wanting to live this life .
I can cut myself to make the pain go away .
But the devil says its the only way .I pay him each day with my blood. To show him he has me in every way .......
Poetry by dee quirke
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Written on 2026-04-22 at 18:39
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