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i am a monster. i was a monster- am i still a monster? i watched her, watched myself snap under the weight of the words of the words of those terrible words they just kept coming they just kept coming an onslaught a gale a hurricane they just kept coming i watched her, watched myself snap under the weight of the looks of the looks of those terribly looks they just kept coming they just kept coming an onslaught a gale a hurricane they just kept coming i watched her, watched myself snap when i stopped on that page and tears pooled in my eyes at the sight of that word that words which just kept coming which just kept coming in bloody red in onslaughts in gales in hurricanes it just kept coming i watched her, watched myself snap and decided to grab those onslaughts those gales those hurricanes and run away with them run, run away i watched her, watched myself snap under the cruelty under the words under the looks the monster emerges i watched her, watched myself snap and fling the book against the wall and grab the piece of paper and write crazed and feverish and angry and hurt and hopeless i watched her, watched myself snap and write things write horrible things in order that i may get out of the onslaught, gale, hurricane i watched her, watched myself snap snap back after the damage was done and realize i had trapped another in the onslaught, gale, hurricane i watch her, watch myself drown in the onslaught in the gale in the hurricane that which i failed to escape and i wonder how she fares, how she who i have trapped, fares in the onslaught in the gale in the hurricane.