Y'know the young kids who come running to their parents in the middle of the night?
Maybe, maybe we never get out of that phase.
Except, their monsters are under their bed. Mine are in my head.
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Y'know the young kids who come running to their parents in the middle of the night?
Maybe, maybe we never get out of that phase.
Except, their monsters are under their bed. Mine are in my head.