The monster who lives
Under my bed
Whispers again
Why aren’t you dead
Berating me
For writing instead
When all the time
That rope’s still in the shed
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
The monster who lives
Under my bed
Whispers again
Why aren’t you dead
Berating me
For writing instead
When all the time
That rope’s still in the shed
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 
Stick to writing girl, it’s safer. Don’t listen to that monster!
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I’ll try and keep the earplugs in! 👍🖤
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A good idea!
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😁🖤
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Yeah. Something like that, Captain. I try to tell him he talks too much. He should just shut it for a while. He thinks I’m being flippant. I try to grin at him, but inside I’m just scared he’s right. But we can get through this, can’t we?
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I guess so my friend.
It’s not my first rodeo 👍🖤
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Oh, this hit home. I guess we are the chosen ones. It must say something about the strength they say we have. Our ability to not succumb…at least not every time.
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You could well be right my friend 👍🖤
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