Monsters?



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We are our own worst enemy.

Monsters?

You see, it's always the same.

Every night I find myself running, relentlessly chased by this dark figure.

I can't see his face, just his human shape - a floating shadow - and I am utterly terrified.

I know I can't let him catch me up. This very thought is too annihilating.

I can feel my whole body hardening, I'm running out of breath.

I'm about to break up in tears and my legs feel so heavy.

I can't move anymore, I just can't make one more step.

I'm done.

He is on me.

"Why are you chasing me?!" I yell in despair.

And that is when I am finally able to distinguish him.

He is me.

He is me. A darker, dull and despicable image of me. He is everything I detest about myself.

He is me. A darker, dull and despicable image of me. He is everything I detest about myself. All my flaws, my errors, every little awkward experience I have found in my life.

He is looking at me through my same teary eyes.

"Why are you forsaking me?!" he cries back with a cracking voice.

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