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We, from the day we were born

Have always had a curse

The curse is not to be blind or deaf

But something awfully worse

We've birthed a monster inside of us

From our very first words

It's grown all throughout our years

Bound us together in chords

It radiates heat and evil

Growing all the time

Every time we glance at someone

We commit a crime

The monster grows and burns

Making us feel sour

It gets bigger and meaner every second every hour

We won't ever see it literally, never with our eyes

But the feriocity shines throughout our actions and our lies

It takes a lot of bravery to bury the monster under you

But none of us ever try because it's just easier not to

Instead we wait for a hero, someone brave and strong

But we'll be waiting forever because your expectations are wrong

You will see strong people but they can't slay your beast

You have to conquer the monster yourself the one you'd expect the least

They can encourage you and tell you it'll be alright

But you have to be the one, you have to win the fight

If you want proof, you'll have to take my word

Because the only thing anyone can ever do for you, is hand you the sword