We Are All Monsters
Faces all around me, They try to look inside me Trying to figure out what makes up this “body” of mine The Scientist, Cutting, Sampling, Probing Chemical testing- It’s all torture… My looks don’t suit them, I’m different.. “What is that terrible thing?!” I tried to keep myself away from the world, But their hunters found me. Someone please tell me… Who is the real monster?
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MichelleMachine
I am. . . unspeakably loud, insanely normal, creativly dull, horribly good, arrogantly humble, hysterically calm, perfectly imperfect, simply complex, precisely off center cynically optimistic, foolishly realistic, incompetently capable,...
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