book of monsters

There was a book about monsters / that I found in the library one day / when we were staying with my Grandma / because we didn’t have anywhere else to stay / and I remember when it was time to return it / I went up and tried to buy it / because something had gone wrong for the characters inside / and I felt like the only one / who could identify it / all of them were lonely / and because they were different / had been branded the enemy / it seemed to be the same kind of story / that I could tell about my family / and me.

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