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i walked into a room made dark heard the sound of a dying heart this girl had met the monster so i sat beside her and i watched her cry a breakdown, given up i don't know why she wouldn't tell i looked at her and felt this burrowing pain this seething bain this violated sense of dismay a forever changed kind of feeling i offered a comforting hand to hold but my palms were far too cold my tongue was tied by a life untold i felt i could say nothing to put her mind at ease except that "it happened to me.." i've met that monster, too he hides in boys too close to you waits til he knows most of you lies to you and calls it truth he's the worst kind of thief he's a charming fiend he smiles sweetly dresses neatly and prays no, not to any sort of god but on every sort of girl innocent enough to deserve it and we all pretend to be unnerved while all our insides are so shook up that our legs forget to keep us up i told her she was not alone this world is filled with tainted souls lost and shattered pieces stole yes, it's all too real the hardest thing to ever hope to heal from when everyday you smell his stench every subtle motion makes you flinch so i told this girl to be not afraid because she can make them go away for, monsters can never win when you don't believe in them
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Dec 16, 2010
Dec 16, 2010 at 10:55 AM UTC
Monster
i walked into a room made dark heard the sound of a dying heart this girl had met the monster so i sat beside her and i watched her cry a breakdown, given up i don't know why she wouldn't tell i looked at her and felt this burrowing pain this seething bain this violated sense of dismay a forever changed kind of feeling i offered a comforting hand to hold but my palms were far too cold my tongue was tied by a life untold i felt i could say nothing to put her mind at ease except that "it happened to me.." i've met that monster, too he hides in boys too close to you waits til he knows most of you lies to you and calls it truth he's the worst kind of thief he's a charming fiend he smiles sweetly dresses neatly and prays no, not to any sort of god but on every sort of girl innocent enough to deserve it and we all pretend to be unnerved while all our insides are so shook up that our legs forget to keep us up i told her she was not alone this world is filled with tainted souls lost and shattered pieces stole yes, it's all too real the hardest thing to ever hope to heal from when everyday you smell his stench every subtle motion makes you flinch so i told this girl to be not afraid because she can make them go away for, monsters can never win when you don't believe in them
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Dec 16, 2010
Dec 16, 2010 at 10:55 AM UTC
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