The beast inside me keeps checking up on me when all you told me to get over myself.

The montsers never leave my thoughts alone at 2:00AM when i replay all those demeaning words you ever said that planted scars to my memory.

i’m trying  to get on my feet. but the nostalgia is planting my spine to the ground.

i'm just a poor boy and i need no sympathy.
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