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When I was little, a voice in my head, said.
“there’s a monster underneath my bed”

Not liking the fear that he gave.
A part of me was his slave.

I needed to be brave.
Look him in the eye.

It was time for a monster hunt.
Not knowing the word confront.

Eye’s closed.
Stick my head under the bed.
Open up after three.
There was nothing there to see.
Will love come tomorrow?
Or will it come today?

Well, I don’t know!
But will stay optimistic anyway

Hello tomorrow, I met someone today
I think it all went well
But only you can say.

— The End —