Monster
The Monster comes out,
When the doors are closed.
When the sun goes down,
When the sky get cold.
The Monster consumes you,
And eats you alive.
Then spits you out,
And see that you survived.
You made it through the stressful days,
The work load,
The exams ,
The werry prays.
You beat the Monster with determination,
With pride,
With help,
Without abrasion.
You walk across the stage,
With your head held high.
Then look back at your Monster,
And say "nice try".
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