monstersinside
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Pardon me if I regret this
Father, these are my confessions
I'm selfish, reckless, and restless
Pleas fall on deaf ears from friends that once were mine
I suppose that's just how time flies
The monster is waiting.
I can hear it crawling.
I can hear it's breath.
I can hear it racing.
And it carries death.
The monster is waiting.
