His name shot off mental anguish, and the realization, he was my demon.

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His name shot off mental anguish, and the realization, he was my demon.
I'm a scatterbrain. I struggle - knowing I'm losing love.
Eternally secluded I felt impossible to connect, but I am surrounded with ordinary faces, with the resemblance of the ghost of my love, these thoughts a constant torment and monomania.