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4/28/2014

{There’s a monster underneath my bed}

Every night I go to bed.

But there’s something wrong I say in my head.

Are those hands I’m seeing under my bed.

I came for you the monster sad.

The monster’s figure was terrifying.

I start to scream and it start’s smiling.

IF I sleep it’ll kill me.

If I wake I’ll feel sleepy.

I finally got a clue.

I think I know what to do.

Don’t have no fear.

Just pretend it’s not there.

There’s a monster under my bed.

But now I think he’s dead.