There Is A Monster Under My Bed
There is a monster under my bed
I saw it, it saw me back
It moved it's hand towards me
I held it's hand cause I was lonely.
There is a monster under my bed
It told me dangerous thoughts in it's head
I told it I wished to be dead
And now we are friends.
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