Random shit as I spiral, a pretty little crash to define it all!

Angels hang off my shoulders, words screamed to overcome the din
Demons dance a jig and play fairies, to trick my indomitable will
A side note of life’s assassins that failed to hit there mark, the scars of which I wear proudly
All that pale in competitive glory to the crazy that drives my actions, a force to reckon indeed

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