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... I needed it at my worse. I felt as if she was living inside of me. She would control my emotions, she would control my expressions, my words, my art. My art was so sublte but she made a distrubance in my life. The demon spoke and she yelled. Her anger of how her life ended up was channeled into me. My head would spin and the room would become a earth quake when she talked to me. My mother never ...
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