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By: Chris

A monster I am when in these walls
The day I stop coming all evil fails
A seed with no water or light
Yet I still bloom; even with nothing in sight
A lost dog who doesn’t know where to go
I’m on a stage; everyone else in the front row
A hole that gets deeper and bigger
Nobody can help; I’m left to quiver
It’s a game and I’m stuck on the lowest level
Everyone’s an angel and me the devil
A monster I am.

 

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