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There are times that you'll hear,
Something under your bed.
You'll guess it's a deer,
But it's a body that is dead.
You never believe in them,
But you kept on talking to them.
It's not about the trust.
It's all about your blast.
They make you feel better,
Without words to utter.
They're like your heater,
On the season of winter.
They'll always be there,
Especially when no one is there.
You have a lot to share,
But people listen very rare.
You seemed to be alone.
Please don't crack your bone.
By your side there is one,
A monster you won.
— There are people who feel like a man as an island. They were hidden by different kind of trees, and some parts are drowning into the bodies of water. There are people who'll never discover their beauty, yet there are people who'll also appreciate their nature. All things that lives inside them, are just monsters, that brings the place into mystery.
