The demon will always be with me. 

It used to control me, 

Control what I did, who I talked to.

I could only talk to those who knew, others wouldn't understand.

But at the same time, 

I couldn't tell anyone. 

I was alone, and drowning in the fear of you. 

Now, I have the demon on a leash.

I have conquered the demon. 

That fear, the drowning?

I can swim harder than anyone;

it pushes me to work harder.

I have conquered the demon.

I am free. 

SD 2/22/19

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