I fell in love with the darkness,
Which I hoped you would brighten.
Every passing nights,
The fear morphed into comfort,
And I will myself to not be frightened.
Soon, the moon became you,
And its light an enemy I cower behind the flair of curtains.
-LovableConundrum
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