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Dear Monster Under the Bed
For you there is no gravestone, you were the essence of hate disguised as love and you stole my youth. I heard you burned in that fire, and I am sorry, but I can’t even begin to forgive you. However, I understand that for me to enjoy the duration of this gift called life, you must be included in my healing process. You held that shotgun to my head and gave instructions no girl should have to follow. You stole my youth, my confidence, and my self-esteem. But I never expected t
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Jun 17, 20242 min read
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