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You're stumbling into the dark.

From the first sign I should've taken you aside and held you, whispering love-words to you, saying "Nare cry, ayah, love." Perhaps then you would've have hid yourself away at night, an empty hollow dug into your stomach, now the home of little demons and ugly memories. Maybe you wouldn't have cut your beautiful long hair to choppy, uneven dirt strands that hung in front of your now-sunken face.

The fear of losing you is no longer a fear; it is a reality.

Description
You're stumbling into the dark.

From the first sign I should've taken you aside and held you, whispering love-words to you, saying "Nare cry, ayah, love." Perhaps then you would've have hid yourself away at night, an empty hollow dug into your stomach, now the home of little demons and ugly memories. Maybe you wouldn't have cut your beautiful long hair to choppy, uneven dirt strands that hung in front of your now-sunken face.

The fear of losing you is no longer a fear; it is a reality.