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There’s a monster here, crawling in my bed

I can hear its breath. Harsh, raspy, taunting

Through my nightmares it’s well fed

I’m too scared to turn around, it’s too daunting

My eyes dart to every corner of my room

My shaky touch fragile and cold

I can feel it watch me, its gaze consumes

It’s a beast of a thousand lies, uncontrolled

I feel it with every fiber of my body

But the funny thing is, I can never fight it

Everyone has this one monster, so ordinary,

Yet so scary, knowing that this primal beast

Is just yourself, knowing that what plagues your nightmares

Are your own bloody fingertips.

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