A piece I wrote last night, I never seem to be able to write anything that makes sense in the afternoon (assuming this makes sense). I'd be thankful for helpful comments or tips. Enjoy it :)

Everything you fear,

Ever have and ever will.

All locked away,

Where no one ever dare say.

From all the monsters and the aliens,

Everything hiding under your bed.

To losing someone you hold so dear,

Your life ripped to shreds.

We never confess all our fears to those we're closest to,

Instead we just try to forget them,

Praying they never come true.

The End

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