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Enter Poem or Quote (Required) Everyone knows and can see, the wretched monster who has been hiding in his closet for so long. They do their best to ignore him, make him feel worthless, try and make him realize his kind isn’t welcome in society. The poor monster does his best to close his closet door, but too many of his open secrets already block the thin wood, that once separated him from the rest of society. The monster is barely able to move the door an inch, so the people continue to discover ways to harm the poor monster. Meanwhile the monster despises his choice, to open the closet door and allow the outside world to have a look at a life of hiding in the closet. All he wished for was acceptance but all he received was denial. The monster began to try and retrieve his secrets, to close his closet door, but they were already running wildly through the minds of the outside world. Eventually the monster realized that all hope was lost, there was no longer any safety in his closet, but the closet was the only thing he knew. so one lonely night the monster finally decided to end his misery, he tied a noose onto the coat rack and stood on a box of old shoes, slipped his neck through the inviting hole, and allowed his legs one last walk, right off the edge of the old box of shoes. During the next day, society had seen what they had done and began to rejoice that the “terror” was dead. Some pretended to be sad, but the rest openly delighted about the monster’s death.
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