You can’t see her, yet you know she’s there.
You can’t hear her, yet her heartbeat echoes in your chest.
You can’t touch her, yet the stain of her tears burns your skin.
And when you close your eyes, she crawls into your dreams.
Every thought bends toward her.
When you cry, she laughs.
When you scream, she smiles.
There’s a monster in the dark.
She sits beside me.
And it’s terrifying—because the monster in the dark
is me.
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