There are monsters...
that don't live under the bed
because they came next to me.
I tried to run to close the door,
but it was too late,
they escaped from their world.
I suppose that's all right.
I'm not a kid anymore!
But then,
they started to live inside my head.
And now I'm so full of thoughts,
but these don't seem to be mine.
I'm just overthinking small things,
I don't know what's going on.
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Fall's Games
Poetry✦I am on the other side of the Earth, clutch in arms the pillow case, waiting for the heart to calm down, because I'm not capable to admit that I can't bother you with my questions, to show you I am not a little girl, that I can ask you about your f...
