Speaking of monsters
They are not monsters.
They don’t hide in the parks, with three heads.
They don’t announce it. They don’t look a certain way. They don’t say specific things.
They are our friends, our brothers, our colleagues. They are somebody’s son.
They are parents sometimes; they do pick-ups and drop offs and talk with other parents. The…
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