Monster

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Watching,

Waiting,

For the right time to pounce.

Laughing,

Sneering,

Sanity, I  savour every ounce.


Creeping closer to the surface,

Soon everyone will know.

I don't know what is the purpose,

The monster in me will eventually show.


(I will make a book cover asap)

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