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Aug 2018
We are scared of the monsters under the bed
but ok with the monsters in our head
but the monsters won't end up dead
we will
find a way to ****
ourselves or others
and we must realize there are too many mothers
burying their baby
praying that maybe
their kid will outlive their older brother
who was too young, gone too soon
just like a ballon
floating up to the moon
gets popped, gets dropped
left in the street
nothing but cold meet
for his mother to find
and these are some monsters we keep in our mind
we think if we act blind
the world will seem kind
Written by
Paris Jackson  F
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