The problem with me is that when one starts to care or starts to love the real me, I get really scared and anxious. I'm scared he might love me too blindly, and I might hurt him too deeply. He will get tired of my true self, for every word spoken to him, kills him slowly inside. He might say he is still okay, that he would still be there for me. But my words will cut deeply into his flesh and bone, bleeding him out. And it kills him to say he was wrong all this time, but it will kill him eventually if he decided to stay for a little while.
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