Who you are


I am scared of your words and what they could mean. I dare not ask the questions that gnaw at me. Your words have teeth. I have seen how they can cut and I have felt pain, your pain, through them. Instead, I close my eyes and hold on to the person I wish you were. I would rather imagine who you might be than who you actually are.


 

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