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Whenever you cry, I born inside I feed from your fear, grows and hide; I'm your pillow that is invisible I'm always ready whenever you fall. In air I grasp for joy to bring turns the winter into the warmest spring; shyly changing your worst to best An ounce of beauty from the big mess. Honey! Sweety! i must say! I'm here always, by your side I stay; running, crawling, shaking like a thousand ping! Guide you to lie in the pillow's wing
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Broken

I always thought that love would be constantly happy. That someone would write me love songs and stupid poems and everything they did would make my heart flutter. I thought that there was always one person you could depend on no matter what to be there for you. Someone who still cared for you despite all your flaws. Someone who could see the best and the worst of you and still think you were the greatest person in the entire world. If that was love, then something in my life must've gone horribly wrong. ~ Originally posted on ao3

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