In this asylum of the mind only one soul suffers the torment and abuse. All the worst devils and demons that lurk in the dark and murky corners of the conscious come out and play when the clock strikes nine. When the devils come to play none can withstand their talent for worming doubts and fears into the hearts of men. A grown adult would shake with fear at the first whisper of malice, a born leader will fall to the ground filled with self-hate, the strongest of wills cannot keep at bay the very evils we despise. For the enemy knows us better than we do. It slithers from one idea to the other corrupting each as it goes. We will never win, not against a demon that draws its power from our very being. For perhaps we are one and the same. Just two heads on opposite sides of the same coin.

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