I remember when I used to believe,
That there were monsters under my bed
Or in my closet.
Before bed I would get my dad to guard the closet door
And my mum to check under my bed.
But they just glared at me with a furrowed brow.
Puzzled.
As for what to do with me...
Now that I'm older,
I realise that there are no monsters in my bed
Nor in my closet.
The monsters,
Take up residence within my head.
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I'm on a little spree of updates right now since I'm quite sad on this drive to the funeral.
@joshleen_is_bae wrote this passage and deserves a follow from you. She is the sweetest person you'll ever meet. Trust me. She will follow back!
~ H Xx
