He saw her.
He saw the broken.
He saw what the world had done.
She was just a child.
She didn't deserve it.
She didn't deserve any of it.
He comforted the child that the world had torn down.
He knew how difficult it was.
He too, was a child that the world had broken.
He listened.
She listened.
He cried.
She cried.
He wiped the tears.
So did she.
He knew her the way nobody ever had.
She understood him like nobody ever had.
He was her comfort.
And she was his.
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Notes From An Overactive Thinker
General FictionThis series consists of all the short writings that i write in my notes, most of it will give you an insight into how my brain works and most of them are just little pieces I wrote when I had the inspiration. Enjoy <3
