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it's a mess this world the deafening sound of sirens and screams fall from the tv while the tears fall from your cheeks another loud crack followed by screams its happened again a man with a gun another distressing tragedy all too soon the most innocent people take their last breath to a man with a gun surrounded by large, dark crimson pools you quickly change the channel with a click as you hear the squeaky floorboards it's your little one running in saying she's ready to go to sleep she asks you to check for monsters in the closet under the bed but what a misfortune to have to explain you won't find them in the closet or under the bed you'll find them on the streets because monsters are real they just live in our heads.
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Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 9:17 PM UTC
monsters
it's a mess this world the deafening sound of sirens and screams fall from the tv while the tears fall from your cheeks another loud crack followed by screams its happened again a man with a gun another distressing tragedy all too soon the most innocent people take their last breath to a man with a gun surrounded by large, dark crimson pools you quickly change the channel with a click as you hear the squeaky floorboards it's your little one running in saying she's ready to go to sleep she asks you to check for monsters in the closet under the bed but what a misfortune to have to explain you won't find them in the closet or under the bed you'll find them on the streets because monsters are real they just live in our heads.
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Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 9:17 PM UTC
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