We all have our personal demons,
not the ones that lurk in the dark,
but the ones that eat us up from inside.
Ones that makes us question how okay are we despite being akin to a walking corpse;
a waking vessel void of a soul. 

We all have the capability to fight them,
we just have to know which weapons to use then.
Personally, I chose a pen and a paper
enchanted with a mug of caffeine under the moonlight at 2 am.

Enjoy reading the poetry of a soul who's broken passed midnight. :)

[Trigger warning on some of the chapters though.]

Start: October 31, 2021
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