A monster. That's all I'll ever be to them. Just a monster. Something to be feared, something you stay far far away from. Not something to be friends with, not something to be loved. Just a monster. I don't think they even recognize I have a name. They just refer to me as 'freak'. But they are the true monsters, not me. I'm the thing under your bed, they are the oppressors, the ones who tell you you're worthless, the ones who tell you you'll never amount to anything. They are the real monsters. For all you know I could just want a hug. I might be big and scary but I won't hurt you. They look like nice people but they are a wild in sheep's clothing. I'm only a monster by definition. What are they?
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I'm not really sure what this is... It just kinda spawned...
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RandomI'm not really sure where most of these came from. They were mostly written in the middle of the night or during church. (This probably won't get updated often)
