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I mingle with my demons

They're the only ones I talk to

But I'm also a freelance journalist

Scribbling the dangerous thoughts

They don't dare to

And if I die before thirty-two

Either my adversaries got to me

Or yours decided I knew too much

To be left to my devices

And my funeral would be empty

For y'all never loved me

And less than ten people will care

But then again

They're the only family I ever had