What you left behind, was trapped inside my mind, they lived off my cries, I tried to make them go, but their grasp was too strong, so I let myself die. Only to be reborn. Now they scratch outside, at my door. With their big black claws. I won't let them inside, for they tortured my mind, and many of my kind. the door is my barrier and you are the demon carrier.
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