'It’s not me you should be worried about. There are bad people everywhere. Even here.'
'Eehhmm... let me guess. You’d protect me, right?'
'If it came down to that, I guess you can protect yourself.'
I have nothing to say on that, but he surprised me.
I believe there’s a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on my face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all of my stories is always a story of it!
Because no matter how much a thing hurts, sometimes letting it go hurts even worse.
(my heart voice in the morning)
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