Maybe one day i'll open my eyes and stop pretending i'm the six year old playing that game of hide and seek. Maybe i'll stop counting... stop hiding. Maybe i'll look for what i really want. But then come those nights where i'd rather do nothing but blend into the walls and just disappear for a while. So I squeeze my eyes tight and plug my ears until they ring and beg for things to end. My eyes are slowly opening. It's not as scary as I thought.
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