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Jan 2022
A creature I swore to never become
It has finally consumed me
And made me one of its own

A replica of the one before me
and only created to cause harm
Cause pain

I create problems
I destroy relationships
And I scar my skin for punishment

Who could love a monster?
Who would miss a monster?

One less monster under the bed
One less monster in the closet
one less monster on the street

who would care
about how the monster felt?
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