A tear falls down my face the moment I begin to think about the past . The things that have happened can never be changed into something positive . It will always be the horrible monster from your childhood . Not the monster under the bed, how much easier it would have been to deal with him. The things that made you cry to sleep and the things that wore down your sole and broke your childish spirit .
Submitted: April 07, 2018
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