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 Devil besides me sits and laughs. Instructs me to self abort. He is always feeling jealous , envious of other's life and successes. But he doesn't understand me. I'm not like them. I don't want to play this juvenile games. It tires me. But still he goes on beating me with canes , always making me self aware. But there isn't much energy left in me. I'm tired of all this world. Done with it, he is encouraging me as though I was once a victim and he is thirsty for vengeance but he doesn't know his driver is stupid. He always clashes onto the wrong lanes.

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