In-Between — Thought Catalog

She will always exist in that hallowed space we carved out for ourselves. Where fear was all there was, and so did not exist at all. Where that black monster, with its deep divots and squirming edges, was constant, and thus, nullified. Where love truly reigned and would not be contained Where childish hope waxed…

via In-Between — Thought Catalog

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