Monsters

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There are no Monsters,

Under my bed.

They moved from there,

Into my head.

Tearing me 

Apart.


The Monsters and Im

We know each other well,

Our Flaws.

Our Hopeless Dreams.

We tear each other 

Apart.


There is a war,

Inside my head.

We are tearing each other

Apart.

Will it be the Monsters,

Or Me?

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