Okay, well, I have a really cute monster that lives inside of me and I can't help, but put him or her into poem, to introduce it to you. Is this okay? Obviously, it doesn't matter, but still.
I just hope that you like it..., that he, it likes you.
So, here it is:
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MONSTER
Monster
My monster
My lovely monster.
What am I going to do?
What do I do if you eat my brain?
What do I do if you eat my hand?
What do I do if you my eat my feet?
What do I do if you say the wrong things?
What do I do if you say the right things?
What do I do if you say painful things?
Just tell me what am I going to do?
What do I do if you decide to yelling me completely deaf?
What do I do, if you can't stay in one place?
What do I do if you're going to sing?
And... what do I do if you're trying to kill me?
Also, you know:
If you're walking around, I'm paralyzed;
If you're running around, I'm breathless;
If you sing or scream, I'm deaf;
You are me.
You. Are. Me.
So, tell me, what the hell am I gonna do with you?
Oh monster
My monster
My lovely monster.
What am I going to do!?
YOU ARE READING
Breathing in, breathing out
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