Monsters comes in all shapes and sizes. Whether it be a hairy man the size of a house that eats babies like a fat kid eats cake or in the shape of a serial rapist that preys on the weak. In my life the monsters are hidden by pretty faces and suave words. The monster I met recently when I returned home from Russia after 4 years was in no way a monster other than by face and reputation. But the monster I see everyday is me... When a monster by name meets a monster by nature, sparks will fly,pasts will surface and in the end there will be blood.
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