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Monsters


I am just a little girl,

A tiny little thing.

I've got a scary monster,

Hidden within.

The monsters came out,

From under my bed,

And those monsters crawled out

And into my head.

They sent me away,

To a place all white,

 Where screams were heard in the dead of night.

I finally got out.

And freedom rang,

Then the knife hit my skin again.

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