The Devil

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I can hear him whisper in my ear, he calls my name, controls me with fear.   These vile demons running in my head, live in my dreams and beneath my bed.   I feel guilty.
The Greatest Trick   By Joshua Patterson, A.K.A. The Kronikler      
His kind was not meant to dream—no, that gift Was reserved for others.  Not for him. But he did dream—horribly vivid, raw Dreams of blood and triumph and ichor.
There is a boy who wishes he was a daughter, Dresses in skirts and dresses who bothers can't tell the world, not even his own father.   They call him a faggot, they call him a dork,
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