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I hope you don't know my secret. I'm actually a monster. In the guise of a boy with long hair. Beneath my jacket of skin, scales coat my body. Beneath my mask, I have a face of teeth and tentacles, A beak made for chomping, and eyes glazed black. I have webbed wings on my true back, but you can't see that. My toes are made of bone, and just as dry. If my instincts kick in, I can run faster than any man, Hit ten times as hard, and **** in the blink of an eye. I am no man. I am a monster. A monster with one goal; protect you.
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Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 11:05 PM UTC
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I hope you don't know my secret. I'm actually a monster. In the guise of a boy with long hair. Beneath my jacket of skin, scales coat my body. Beneath my mask, I have a face of teeth and tentacles, A beak made for chomping, and eyes glazed black. I have webbed wings on my true back, but you can't see that. My toes are made of bone, and just as dry. If my instincts kick in, I can run faster than any man, Hit ten times as hard, and **** in the blink of an eye. I am no man. I am a monster. A monster with one goal; protect you.
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Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 11:05 PM UTC
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