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on

Wanting to hide
Wanting to be hated
Wanting to be feared
Wanting to be left alone
Feigning undefeatable

The monster under the bed
Me

Filled with padded exhaustion
Dressed in dust bunny attire

My foot held in chains
Waiting to be touched
There is the rub
Luck awaits me

With open arms embraces me
Christens my limp Courage