O demons of my mind,
I write to thank thee.
For tho thy might hurt me
And tho you may force my poor soul confined,
O you demons have remained a constant
In an inconstant life.
And for all the times my heart's been stabbed by a knife,
You are always there to make it hurt in that instant.
So O demons of my mind,
Never let me unwind...
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