“You’re going to miss it.” She whispers, a single tear falling down her cheeks. It was hunting her down. It was pressuring her. It was breaking her.
“Miss what?” He breathes out, as equally as sad as her.
“How I fall because of my stupid little fears.”
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monsters.
Random❝When we grow, we stop searching the monsters under the bed, instead, we search in our heads.❞ [other #161-10/25/13 ● spiritual #81 -01-27-14]
