Strength — Thoughts #4

When I was young you taught me to be strong.

You told me nothing was there in the darkness that wasn’t there in the daylight, and I believed you.

But I see dark eyes at the end of my bed now, reminding me that you’re not here anymore, and I realize I was only strong because you were.

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