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Jan 2018
In the end,
Each one is to himself
a haunted house.
The monsters grow big feeding on the
thoughts we won't air out.
Cobwebs form from private fears, and the stairs creak beneath our heavy doubts.
Let a little light in,
you're not as scary as you tell yourself.
Written by
melissa lynn shaffer  24/F/New Jersey
(24/F/New Jersey)   
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