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It took her 17 years to realize that monsters don’t live under her bed, but instead within her. It took over Her mind. It took over Her body. It was destroying her. The pain of getting out Of bed each and everyday Was pushing intolerable. It felt like she was Shackled to the bedpost. She felt heavy, As if boulders were Toppling over her. They were the voices In her head. She fought the urge To take the blade, But eventually gave in. She was screaming for help, But her desperate screams were Muffled and masked by A forced smile and an ‘im fine’. She was struggling to keep Her head above the water, But everyone was blind. She fought the monsters, Fought and fought, And Gave up.
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Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 5:49 AM UTC
Poor little girl.
It took her 17 years to realize that monsters don’t live under her bed, but instead within her. It took over Her mind. It took over Her body. It was destroying her. The pain of getting out Of bed each and everyday Was pushing intolerable. It felt like she was Shackled to the bedpost. She felt heavy, As if boulders were Toppling over her. They were the voices In her head. She fought the urge To take the blade, But eventually gave in. She was screaming for help, But her desperate screams were Muffled and masked by A forced smile and an ‘im fine’. She was struggling to keep Her head above the water, But everyone was blind. She fought the monsters, Fought and fought, And Gave up.
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Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 5:49 AM UTC
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