Go ahead, Dear, cry it out. Spend your tears to pay off sadness. Think through all your sorrows, and tell me every pain.
I’m here, and I’m not leaving. I want to stay with you. I love you more than anything, and I’ll not move till I convince you.
We’ll sit here, by the door. We’re safe; behind it, in the dark. I’ll hold you close as you hold me, till the world is ready for you again.
I love this, and I wish I had these words and feelings naturally in me. My mom feels things very very deeply and has always bemoaned my inability (and everyone close to her’s ability) to reach her there.
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I, in turn, often wish to never sink so deeply. Everyone has talents, struggles, and unique understandings. It’s one thing I love about viewing differing artistic expressions -including writing, of course.
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This was a scary little story. Is there a meaning behind the title?
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Is there an answer to Answer?
I have periods of depression, and wrote this as what I would want someone to say to me during those times.
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