monsters of my mind / m.c
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Last published Sun, Oct 26, 2014
nobody knew what he was feeling everytime he would close his eyes he could see everything he didn't want to see and he was drowning in himself.
nobody knew that everytime he smiled it was a cover up for the fact that every night he was fighting the monsters in his mind.
nobody knew that when he would look in the mirror he could not find anything worth living for and that the monsters would whisper in his ear to pick up the razor in the bottom drawer of his bedside table.
nobody knew except her.
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