Remain they do, even as time goes by. Branded into flesh from innumerable heartaches, broken dreams and unintentional lies. Evidenced with lines on the face and dulled, sullen eyes. Wont be hidden by the most artfully applied guise. Each night a familiar torment, mind and spirit brutalized. Demons of the past haunting, plotting an ultimate demise. Stripped of hope, in sheer terror paralyzed. Ready to sleep forever and with the devils angels fly.
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