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Monster

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puddlethecat

Published: May 19, 2014

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Literature Text

I'm the monster.
No, I don't need to hide under your bed,
inside your thoughts is good enough for me.

Only help will make me go away,
and I make sure you don't get it ever.

I come when your full of high spirits,
and push you down into a pit of despair.

Sometimes, I leave and make you
feel the cold numbness you despise.

You'd rather hurt then be numb,
and welcome me back.

Only the strong ones can shake me off,
and continue on their right path;
instead of the bad one I've created for you.

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