Monsters inside my head.
Inside my soul.
Monsters were never under my bed.
I always asked myself.
Why ain't I scared of monsters?
I just knew the answer now.
I see monsters every second.
I thought they were people around me.
But the truth is I am the monster.
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Whispers of Life
Poetry"Unwanted place where special people wants to be there" hurt love comfort every single one of them in one place whispers of life a book where everything is extraordinary Top Rankings 1# predictable 1# chooseyou 13# extraordinary 19# feeling
