Demons of youth have resurfaced;
forgotten, locked away long before when happiness overtook a soul
with each passing mirror they laughed their way back with depression and grew.
For just moments an addiction to piercing needles on a brain,
heat rushing to the cheeks- a gentle ache to the gut- emptiness is filled
it isn't happy, but its something;
compliments received replace some hurt
and make voices stop
drugs would be easier
but what would be gained?
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