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the monster does not hide down
far beneath my bed.
it's eyes do not look scary.
They do not glow bright red.
It doesn't wear a twisted grin,
it has no pointed fangs.
the monster has no dreadful claws,
no strings of drool that hang.

The monster still is ugly,
it terrifies me so.
indeed, i am so terrified, i can't let my monster go.
i feed her, for i need her.
my monster is my soul.