Shadowgirl said 10 years ago:
What is the feeling we get,
when we lay awake in our rooms
alone,
thinking about unexisting sorrows that shoot through our minds,
but we are the ones who draw the bow.
We create our own monsters,
with a needle and thread,
and when the sun falls
and the stars awaken,
we stuff those monsters under our bed.
And our tears escape their dark prison,
and they swim down our cheeks
to meet with their friends on the cloud beneath our heads,
while we lay awake
creating the razored mouthed monsters
Just beneath our beds
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