monsters.

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poem three:-

the monsters inside my brain,
are screaming out my name,
morning and night they're telling me,
"forever alone" is how you'll be.

crying at night in the corner of my room,
getting exhausted and feeling confused,
trying to go to sleep at night,
with a pillow that is stained and a heart that is bruised.

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