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There are no monsters
under my bed
they aren’t hiding in my closets
they’re not buried in my shed
There are no ghosts
rattling their chains
up in my attic
moaning in pain
There are no witches
knocking at my door
there are no devils in my garden
trying to steal my soul
We all live nicely
inside of my head
things are pretty quiet here
now that I’m dead.