No one bothers to ask the monster under the bed what he is afraid of. But I’ll tell you, anyway.
It’s you.
The things you do to the children of your world. Yet they have nightmares of me. I’d shake my head and harden my heart, but I’m a monster. I don’t have either. I have to feel it instead.
great, very profound!
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Sad, but powerful.
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Thanks Peter
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