And so the mask fell, cluttering hard on the floor. He could not bring himself to look at her face—now bare without the mask—for he saw nothing, and he realized, oh God, he realized what he had done to her.
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Midnight Thoughts
Poetry❝And if you ever think no one can hear you, darling, you're not the only one.❞ As the title claims, these are my midnight thoughts. It's the questions, possibilities, what-ifs, scenarios that keeps me up at night.
