The monsters were never under my bed, because the monsters were inside my head.
I fear no monsters, for no monsters I see, because all this time the monster has been me.
For I have known another monster near me. It's not under my bed nor inside my head.
They didn't warn us that sometimes,
Monsters came dressed as people.
That claims to love you,
More than the sun loves the moon.
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