'hurt' 'lost' 'fear' 'monsters'

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I find myself awake at this hour. I can’t sleep. Monsters crawl across the floor. Shadows haunt the edges of my vision. Demons hang from the ceiling.
Everybody wants to be a god.  God! I would ruin everything. Everything that I touch, Touches of chaos on earth. Earth becomes still, Still I continue to destroy. Destroying love and hope,
"Hey, look this way," the deepest darkest monster of them all was whispering. Grab that knife Grab the pills Grab the razor Grab something that will take your life  
Don’t fear the monsters under your bed For they are poorly hid They stand out and demand to win But they are nothing compared to them.
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