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I slept with Despair.
She was cold and
A rough fuck.
She gave me a son
Called Doubt. He was
A loud whining child,
Never letting me be.

I slept with Despair.
She made me ache
And ate on my soul.
She gave me a son
Called Loneliness. He was
A needy child, holding
Me back from the world.

I slept with Despair. 
She never leaves me
Now, making me weak.
She gave me a son
Called Self Hate. He was
A raging child, hurting
Me and crippling me.

I slept with Hope.
She was warm hearted
And gave me comfort.
She gave me a daughter
Called Love. She was
A beautiful child, that
Took my pains away.