Personal Narrative: The Monster

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The Monster I run but i’m always found My feet never delay when hitting the ground The monster follows me day and night Always manages to give me quite a fright I ran and ran for years on end But somehow always ended up in the monsters den Roar it would and strut around Like a rooster it's squawk and sound Once again my feet hit the ground I met the monster again in its den But something changed Something strange Roar it did ever so loud Like a lion with a crown Yet I stood my ground Looking the monster right in the face I began to shout “You may no longer push me around” There was a gleam in the monster's eye It began to cry “Will you ever forgive me I was wrong stay with me till dawn” “How dare you speak to me of forgiveness, when I

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