Monday, October 20, 2014

It’s the kind of love that doesn’t signal the beginning of something beautiful, but rather the end of something that might have been beautiful, but will never amount to anything more than what it is.
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 and for once the darkness was comforting i used to be scared of the dark, the stillness, the silence scared of the monsters who hide in the...

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