scared.
My mind is a mess with possibilities..
Evidence that is either real or imagined..
I want nothing but for it to be the latter.
I'm so, so scared. I feel so helpless.
I feel like a child.
In the face of such pressure, I see no other option but to cry.
It solves nothing but it numbs.
I'm so overtaken by fear.
But what I fear is like the monster in the closet.
Imaginary yet seemingly so real as you stare into the shadows.
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I like to randomly write out my ponderings sometimes, so I here's where I'll do it x3
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I know what it's like when memories make you wince
And love letters read like obituaries
I L.o.v.e Y.o.u
And love letters read like obituaries
I L.o.v.e Y.o.u