A funny text with
the wrong use of you're
that demands me
to bow down and kiss his foot,
that declares
I am pure evil.
A monster?
Is it a sin to choose myself,
to fight my inner monsters,
to heal from the wounds
left by my own wars?
If a monster is a creature
that fights its own battles,
ugly with wounds and scars,
never lying down
while spilling its own blood,
then I will be a monster!
This monster saved you
and continued to help,
but when I choose to stop
I get rewarded with a text?
I am a monster?
I ruined your life?
You're right.
I'm the cold-blooded
monster you taught me to be―
one strong enough to let you
ruin yourself.
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