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May 2015
I'm scared of the unknown, the dark
Scared of what I can't see,
Scared of slipping, falling to my death
Scared of permanent injury.
Mom, I'm still a little boy.
Mom, save me from my fears.
...
I'm terrified of you dying. Never, please.
It scares the **** out of me.
I ******* love my mother more than anything in the entire universe, no question.
Dornish Bastard
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Dornish Bastard
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