I believe you,
Because I believe there is goodness
In talking about the badness.
Because turning a blind eye is the same as selling your soul.
I believe you,
Because I’ve faced the monsters too.
And I’ve found the monsters under the bed
Are nothing compared the monsters outside.
I believe you,
You’re not alone.
Your monsters are real
They can bleed
They can be defeated.
Oct 29, 2020
Oct 29, 2020 at 9:18 PM UTC
I believe you,
Because I believe there is goodness
In talking about the badness.
Because turning a blind eye is the same as selling your soul.
I believe you,
Because I’ve faced the monsters too.
And I’ve found the monsters under the bed
Are nothing compared the monsters outside.
I believe you,
You’re not alone.
Your monsters are real
They can bleed
They can be defeated.
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