i may have had a couple of sore, broken bones, but that didn't stop me from having him climb on my bed, to hold me and protect me from my frightening dreams. in all of my dark, he was my light, and i loved him.
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His Strength (A Short Poetic Larry Story)
Fanfictioni was crying and he was there to hold me. i was dying and he was there to rescue me. lowercase intended
