Demons

There is an invasive sense of disconnect. Of doubt. Of insecurity.  Of knowing that behaviour is selfish and obsessive and persisting in it anyway. Of realising that love is not quite enough. Of wanting to control things and failing miserably. Of not wanting to accept that I can’t change minds.

These are my demons.

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