The monsters aren't under our bed.
They are in our heads and sometimes just sometimes...
they win.
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100 days a thought...
PoetryLiterally me just thinking every day... In every chapter their will be one thought... Maybe some sentences or maybe just a word. It will be happy but also sad. Good and Bad times. Be my guest. Wanting: Sometimes sentences describing self-harm or bad...
Chapter 20
The monsters aren't under our bed.
They are in our heads and sometimes just sometimes...
they win.
