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There is a demon inside of me. Not a literal one, of course, because such things don’t exist. Not that I’ve ever seen anyway. But there might as well be because I can feel something deep down that doesn’t belong in this world, a darkness that permeates my being and shadows the world around me. I don’t usually let it hurt anyone – not intentionally – but it is ravenous. It demands to be fed. Sated. Set loose every now and again. Most people can’t handle my demon.
