To you mortals think I'm a figment of your imagination. A monster coming through hidden portals in your closet. Wondering if I'll ever stop it. But you don't see I'm only trying to be me. Trying get from point a to b. Don't worry about me. Its the one that calls you friend waiting for the right time to show their hand. The real monster's are the ones with friendly faces but really can't wait to stab you in certain places. I've seen quiet a few who can't reach the knife they left lodge in your spine.
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