TW-Bad Brain

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I alone with my demon

The one that holds my hand. 

We now call him bad brain

That’s all he is

Bad

He gets in my head

Tells me to harm

Only myself

For a moment I’ll feel better

I remind him

I’m stronger than him

He drags me towards his home

The dark shadow place

Where shadows roam and voices whisper

I remind him I’m stronger than him

I have to fight

No one else will

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