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its 2:34 A.M. the city lights are covered by curtains i don't remember shutting i can feel my trembling hand but i can’t see it the ink black atmosphere that wraps around me reminded me of no one that i was alone. that i am alone. that i’d be alone. so I made a mistake i welcomed the monster underneath my bed gave her a name and let her take mine. i know she’s the monster everyones supposed to fear but once you're really alone even the monster underneath your bed is someone you can talk to we got close maybe a little too close she snuck through me and i breathed her in. now, i am cracked. i am shards and spilled ink. my teeth hold me back like I'm a prisoner within myself i am reduced to nothing but empty words leaving no trace of who i used to be the world roared and swallowed me i’m gone. its 5:48 A.M. the marigold light finally peeks its eyes through the distant echoes and silences but its no use i guess monsters aren't the worst things after all.
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Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 9:06 PM UTC
what happens at night
its 2:34 A.M. the city lights are covered by curtains i don't remember shutting i can feel my trembling hand but i can’t see it the ink black atmosphere that wraps around me reminded me of no one that i was alone. that i am alone. that i’d be alone. so I made a mistake i welcomed the monster underneath my bed gave her a name and let her take mine. i know she’s the monster everyones supposed to fear but once you're really alone even the monster underneath your bed is someone you can talk to we got close maybe a little too close she snuck through me and i breathed her in. now, i am cracked. i am shards and spilled ink. my teeth hold me back like I'm a prisoner within myself i am reduced to nothing but empty words leaving no trace of who i used to be the world roared and swallowed me i’m gone. its 5:48 A.M. the marigold light finally peeks its eyes through the distant echoes and silences but its no use i guess monsters aren't the worst things after all.
smolbean
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Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 9:06 PM UTC
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