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Apr 2
When I was young, I was so afraid of the dark—
                     Later on, I realized that I could really find comfort in the dark.

When I was young, I was scared of monsters lurking under my bed or blending in with the shadows—
                 But now, I am one with the monsters,
Where I can control the inner demons inside of me;

I love it here in the dark,
I hope no one will come and find me;
Your daughter is too tired already

I find comfort here in the dark, because:
No one can see me cry.
No one can hear me sob at night.
No one can see how tired my eyes are already.
In darkness, I find the moon and stars.
In darkness, I find my weary soul.
Eindeinne Moon
Written by
Eindeinne Moon  25/F/Wonderland
(25/F/Wonderland)   
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     --- and Mary Huxley
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