LVIII. monster

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The monsters aren't near


The monsters aren't far

The monsters aren't here

They're seeped into
my scars

The monsters aren't under
my bed

The monsters have been
inside my head

The monsters are my
thoughts

The monsters are my
feelings

The monsters and me were
never apart

The monsters have been
inside my heart

The monster feels like me

Because who else had the
monster been?

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