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My monster has green eyes
Shaded in blue disgiuse Sharp teeth that grind In the corners of my mind The edges of my lips sometimes part and let it slip The energies of evils done Have seemed to evade everyone My knuckles are tight and white I cannot loosen my grip on losing my grip Always searching for a fight Torn between wrong and right My monster is my enemy today And will be my companion tonight When I write you notes in the dark My monster will help me see With the green glow of vanity and envy I will let it out to play And my monster will become me
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