The monster i've become

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The monster is alive under your bed,
Not Directly under, but its living with the dead.
And no i am not sorry, you made me this way,
Calling me a "fucking slut" every single day.
Well guess what mr. I'm an ass? I'm still a fucking virgin
So haunt you i may, why? cause you deserve this.
And if you have not noticed, the monster is me,
And my reason for the scaring is cause your words killed me!

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