i still…
i still sleep with the lights on, because i am scared of the dark
i still sleep with a blankie because i am insecure
i still sleep with a stuff animal because i don’t want to be alone….
the things in life that we confess to, can be so strange to some, yet so comforting to others. one man’s trash in another man’s treasure. it is what one values that is important. allowing the mask to fall, or allowing oneself to be comfortable enough….
enough to see you cry, enough to see you hurt, enough to see you angry, enough to see you for who you really are
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