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Apr 2017
No sleep for me.
There's monsters under my bed.
What should I do?
They break the peace while I rest.

I use the blankets,
To pull over my head.
I yearn for protection,
From wicked things they have said.

They crawl through the bed sheets.
And enter my mind.
Looking for methods,
To destroy what they find.


But I know you won't break me
And you know you won't win.
Ill destroy what you are,
And all that you've been.
4-21-2017
Ruth Cardenas
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Ruth Cardenas
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   --- and Shitty Girls
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