Monster
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Last published Sun, Aug 16, 2015
i don't know
whats happening
i hear it
i feel it
i see it
but
no one else does
they say its not real
so its not here
it still is though
it shouldn't know me
i dont know it
at least...
wait
its here
it found me
why
its getting closer
its outside
i hear it tap on the window
the tapping stops
the sliding begins
i forgot to lock it...
its inside now and it has me
ill be gone soon
goodbye
(ps i know this is crummy but oh well, this book is kinda inspired but the song monster)
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