Boiling water in my head

Only if brave men could kill all the demons in our dreams…

Then we would be safe. Now, even if our skins are fine and our necks are unbroken, it’s another war we’re fighting. The one with the demons of ourselves. If only we would dream of brave men being slayers for our needs. All the agony in my head might come to an ugly end.

Untill then I’m happily drowned.

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