My Own Mystery
Someone once said that monsters are the fragment of ones
imagination.
Others might even say monsters are a sign of evil,
but to me it’s much more than a sight to see.
All living beings have more to them than the eye can see,
just like a mystery.
A mystery that can become legend.
I know because I myself have a monster living with me.
She is still a mystery to be solved.
One of a kind that is still hiding in the dark.
A legend to be.
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