It was dark, I couldn't see anything, I was terrified and scared. But you grabbed my hand, and lead me through the darkness, towards the light of the tunnel. Promising me there was always a light at the end of my tunnel. And there was. There was you.
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Scared Of The Dark .4 (Growing up Series)
PoetryTo have a fear is to be human. To fear the dark is to fear the unknown. Please don't close the door and leave me here alone. Growing Up Book Series's. 4
