The monsters under my bed are talking in whispers again, but I can hear the schemes they are plotting to scare me into nightmares of darkness as if they don't know it's a place of refuge from the nightmare walking in daylight~ I call him Dad, and I'm the only one who knows he's a monster in disguise.
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