Never Alone With This Monster
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Last published Thu, Dec 5, 2019
I'm always reminded by her. I'm stuck with IT and it's been like this since I can remember, with IT I never felt right maybe it's because I never was. In her grip I'm trapped i'm suffocated watching it all through a mirror. Never will I be alone for she is the reality I never wanted face, my own personal monster in my own head. No one sees, No one hears, and thats how it will always be.
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