I'm scared.
I don't think I'll make it,
No one ever does.
Clinging to your every thought.
Tearing at the strength you have left.
Haunting your every dream.
I have a right to be afraid
Because they're monsters,
And they're coming after me.
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monsters
PoetryWhat monsters hide under your bed? Or more importantly, i n y o u r h e a d ? *trigger warning*? ***trigger warning*** (when applies: lowercase is intentional)
