As I got old the monsters that once lived under my bed, now live inside my head. Thats the only explanations I have for what has become of me.
"Monsters are real. They live inside of us, and sometimes they win."
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This is the story of my crazy adventure, but honestly it's not real. The reason is because I have a "power" and it called rich imagination. Because of that "power", this story come alive.