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I am scared But not of the monster under my bed. But not of the undead. But not of the demon in the hallway. But not of the aliens in outer space doing the nae nae. But not of the ghost in the boathouse. But not of the bugs on my blouse. But not of the scars on my wrists. But not of the hurt that, in my heart, exists. But not of the ability to get the flu. But if how much I love you.
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Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC
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I am scared But not of the monster under my bed. But not of the undead. But not of the demon in the hallway. But not of the aliens in outer space doing the nae nae. But not of the ghost in the boathouse. But not of the bugs on my blouse. But not of the scars on my wrists. But not of the hurt that, in my heart, exists. But not of the ability to get the flu. But if how much I love you.
I made this a while back when I was bored out of my mind.
#love#scared#monsters#quickie
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Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC
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