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The Monster


I have become a tempting prey
For this monster that crawls in the night
Feeding off my insecurites
Sending my fears into flight

A voice that's sharp as thunder
Words assail me like fingers of rain
Ripping apart the core of me
Stealing my dreams again and again

With each slash of his deadly claws
He turns my happiness to shame
I can't turn and run away
I stand here frozen from the pain

Vanquish this monster, I beg you
I would do anything for him to go
And eternally I would stand in gratitude
For the mercy you choose to show

~THE FLOWING PEN~
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