Monster:
I'll show you my scars. Flash my teeth. And sharpen my claws. You've awoken the beast inside when you shoved your knife into my spine and played with my mind. This is a battle and I'm not going to fight it from on my knees. I refuse to continue to pretend to be who you want me to be. Grab your shovel, it's time to dig your own grave. In case you hadn't noticed I'm the monster that you made. Look at what you've done. Yeah you better run. For on this day judgement comes.
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