What was once an imaginary friend
now follows her until the end
She would never be caught
in a room too dark
Something lurked behind her
as she tried to survive this life
She only wanted to be left alone
but something was always chasing behind
She believed she was cursed
a monster she carried around like a purse
No matter the light she followed
her troubling friend still behind her
Sometimes the monster chasing you all along
is yourself
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Author:
haydenraquel (
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- Category: Reflection
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