Monsters
I feel them, I hear them, I breathe them. These monsters living inside of me.
I fear them, I hate them, I am them. I can not deny what IS me.
They manipulate everything that is honest. They destroy all the good I seek.
I can no longer ignore these monsters. These monsters who keep me so weak.
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