Who are you, under my bed?
No, who are you, lying on my bed?
Where were you hiding, monster? Under your bed? Or under your blanket?
What were you waiting for, monster? Someone to look under your bed? Or someone lie beside you?
Who were you, monster?
I am you, psyche.
~Savvy - _ -
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PoetryHowbeit, as I sigh at this moment, I learnt several things from you. I tell you one reason why I'm thanking you, still. You made me realize that not all good people are trustworthy, thus, I should never entrust my heart to anyone again-someone like...
