My little friend
-By Sophia Cac
My little friend
Who's living under my bed
Will you listen to me again tonight?
My little friend
Do you know that everyone is acting strange?
As I walk pass through them
They tell me strange thing.
My little friend
I come to realize something today,
I learn why they act strange towards me
I realize that they were afraid of monsters!
I wonder why
I never seem to be afraid to them...
But I guess that's what happen when you become one.
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PoetryInsomia, my dear friend, you've come to visit me once again. What's today features? Huh, I hope I didn't make too many failures. Oh a new one indeed, perhaps I could try one to confess my deeds? Alright, hand me the quil, my friend, don't go and wai...
