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I'm nothing but an empty shell. Drained from emotions and memories. I'm just a shadow of my former self. 
Walking around with a clouded mind
And I don't see anything clear as was I surrounded by nothing but darkness.
Old demons haunt my mind. They bit and whisper to break down my walls. They know I'm weak.
I hear thoughts I thought were long gone. They whisper their way out from the darkest corner of my mind.
They bite, leaving scars and making the blood flow once again. They tare me apart, destroy me to get what they want and what I need: CONTROL
and I let them because without control I will never be: PERFECT