The Beast Inside,
this is
the one
she always
knew.
Was it
wrong,
to tell a child
that was
who she
who she
was,
that
it
that
it
had already
been
decided
by
fate.
She wonders
still.
Could
that
monster inside
be
something
she could
ever
be rid
of.
She still
didn't
know.
But,
it really
doesn't matter,
though,
does
it.
It's who
she
is.
Who she
will
always
be.
Ah,
but,
there it
is.
Fate,
destiny.
Cause,
effect.
Nature,
nurture.
Who she
really
is,
Who she
might
someday
be.
Oh,
don't be
fooled,
by
her...
need,
to be
more.
Or even,
the hope
that she will
be
less.
It's
still inside.
It waits,
for
the moments
it
needs
her again.
For
when she
calls
it home.
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