Finding What Is True

The journals of my twenties
Are filled with the demons
I believed were within me

I thought I had to fight them off

I didn’t know

It was a boy

Friendless
Scared
Crying out

So I gave into the vices
Of the world

My protectors understood

It was the only way
To keep me alive


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