Monsters

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There are monsters that hide under my bed,

And monsters that live inside my head. 

There are monsters that live behind the masks,

And monsters that make people question and ask.

There are monsters quite near, but some which are far,

And maybe some monsters who like to scar.

There are monsters that drive people to death,

Yet monsters who help to give people breath.

There are monsters in you, and monsters in me,

And monsters that no living human could see.

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