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Today started out to be such a beautiful day No care in the world everything was at bay I kept myself busy with cooking and cleaning Even felt like dancing to some Prince, I did some of his spinning Then out of nowhere I was knocked dead on my butt in less than I could take a breathe Sat down and then it really hit me The demons skipped me last night those creeps And they've come to get me on this once was a gorgeous day Why now what would've been the harm to just let one day go by I begin to get pain and debris swishing in my head It's so loud I can't even hear myself plead Oh crap am I even breathing Is it time to go now I heard yes for the time being Knowing that would be just to easy for them These demons want me to live so they can torture me As if I was the walking dead The loud noises in my head are so disturbingly embedded I try not to let them in As I've said before they do hold the master key made out of skin So now my beautiful day will be spent in psychosomatic pain Trying to clean out the demons in my attic post-traumatic